Sunday, January 13, 2008

How to pass a perfect sunday in Cape Town

On Sunday we set out at 12 noon for our 5 and half hour hike. That was mistake number one.

But luckily that was it.

Despite the scorching heat and uphill climb with my legs screaming "Why didn't you take me in the opposite direction?", we managed to complete another leg of our long-term goal of hiking from Signal Hill all the way to the Cape Point.

We calculated that we have about 3 or 4 more days of gruelling walks, with one overnight section, but then we'll have done it!

See pic of me ecstatic to on top of Table Mountain, and the view across the ridge, looking down onto Camps Bay.

That night we had some friends around for a braai.

We cooked up some delicious tongue, seasoned with salt and pepper and lemon juice (from the lemons on our lemon tree in the garden).

I can happily report that everyone enjoyed it.

We all agreed it tasted a bit like salty sausage.

See Matt getting acquainted with The Tongue pre-braai, and everyone sampling the fare with their sundowners.

It was a windy evening and the boats across the harbour were getting whipped around pretty bad.

The Cape wind is indescribable and until you've experienced it, you won't know the true meaning of windstorm.

I've been woken up on several occasions from the howls and hisses of this wind, and, unable to sleep immediately, plot emergency exit strategies if our roof was to suddenly be ripped off.

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