Capetown!

Capetown Waterfront

Boost Juice Capetown airport

Hire car to Gary Slaney’s (Jen’s 1st cousin) flat up high overlooking the ocean at Green Point, what a lovely bit of luxury from our very generous cousin!

   Hot day and determined not to give in to exhaustion and sleep we went out for a drive around all Jen’s kiddy haunts, along the spectacular coastline, had a walk at Llandudno (lovely little covey beach fringed with massive boulders and millionaire houses), scorching sun but freezing water, then drove on to Hout Bay where we had an early dinner of Fish (SNOEK!) and Chips before driving home to Gary’s flat and giving in to sleep at about 6pm.

Llandudno

Blouberg beach

Kel's favourite cargo ships

Sunset from Gary's flat

Wednesday 18th Jan:

Dreadful night -  uncharacteristically hot, mossies ++, clocks upside down. Kids slept brilliantly. Wil wakes sick with diarrhoea....bugger!

Nonetheless, the sound of the vigorous Atlantic ocean always in the background, the smell of pine trees & malay spices, amazing wide black African smiles, the bussle of a busy port city draw us toward exploring. Kel engaged spotting massive container ships dotting Table Bay viewed from our wide stoep (Afrikaans for balcony)        

Ouma Rusks, tea & guava juice - more rich palatal childhood memories.

We planned an easy day given Wil’s condition & set off to the Waterfront to the Nelson Mandela Museum. Queer & extra-ordinary seeing such tribute in a City that for decades tagged him as a bad man. Didn’t realize the pivotal role of soccer in evolving the cause of the prisoner’s freedom struggle. To play it right required commitment to a code of exemplary behaviour from the prisoners as well as fair engagement from the authorities (NOT the small minded approach typical of apartheid). Will chase a film - Not Just a Game...

Wil’s best bit was the Diamond Museum. He was keen to show me the Eight Hearts cut (reveals 8 hearts when from below & 10 arrows when viewed from above).

We wandered a bit more around the Waterfront precinct taking in the sounds of banjo-playing buskers and never tiring of the majestic views of Table Mountain in every backdrop.

Home for a rest and our now routine of a late avo "linner" (lunch and dinner).

Our final excursion saw us drive up to to view Table Mountain this time from the north at Blouberg beach. It seems one wants to look at Her from every possible angle in all lights - just like the visual addiction to Lady Uluru.