Well, let's see what's on our list for today. Breakfast at 8am - wonderful, no problem there. Glad to oblige.
Next, oh a little ride to Capte Town's famed Table Mountain. It's a lovely Sunday, and you say the cable car will go down for its annual servicing? for 6 weeks? Now, how busy can it really be? Yikes, very busy! It will take at least an hour to wait in line for the car going up so I guess that's it then. Oh, you mean there's a trail up? Howlong does that take. About an hour and a half going pretty fast? Gulp. And we'd better hurry because that mist that's settling in might grow and the siren will sound for everyone to get down? Oh well then, ok.
A wee bit strenuous. That's an understatement my dear.
But one and half hours later as promised we were all at the top together, the mist dissapated and incredible views.
Going down took only about 5 mintues, which is a little insulting. Then back on the bus sweaty and sore but happy. Lunch? Well it feels like we'd only just had breakfast but ok. This mountains behind Table Mountain are called the twelve apostles? Why is - 9 - 10 -11-12 - oh never mind.- I get it.
Here comes the boat into Hout Bay, full of fresh fish, a local variety called Snoek, which turns out to be Barracuda in English.
We're not the only ones keen for a bite.
From boat to dock,
From dock to table,
From table to grill and then into my tummy!
What a lovely day. Well, blow me, but here we are at the Cape of Good Hope, at the bottom of the world, where two of the mightiest oceans meet - the Atlantic and the Indian. Expecting drama we got none, just a nice photo op. Not even a breeze.
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| funicular up |
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| walk down |
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| hey Martin smile! |
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| Cheese! |
The sun is starting its descent so yes, let's return to the city, perhaps by the other side as you suggest. Maybe I can settle in for a - oh - we're stopping again? Well ok.
This is a nice little town- Simon's town it's called. and why exactly are we - penguins!!!! 
Oh, so many Cape Penguins, sometimes called donkey penguins because of their call. Does that gutteral hee-haw voice really come out of that little throat? No wonder they are all coming back from the sea to their little holes in the ground for the night.
And what a night. Isn't that a full moon? You can see its reflection in the water.
The city does look lovely in the night, all lit up.
It's dusk and we are heading backto our little rooms.
How long? A half hour? Then what? Oh, we walk and bus it to the Waterfront for a seafood dinner and one of Griffiths' favourite Cape Town restaurants, Quay Four?
Oh my, Griffiths are you really disappointed we never made it to the winery today? when would we have fitted it in? Oh good, we'll do that tomorrow first thing. Nothing like a little wine tasting just after breakfast.
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