Postcards from heaven

People keep coming on here and referring to this big storm which swept through the Western Cape last week and should really have ruined our holiday. To be honest, I’m slightly embarrassed to admit that we kinda missed it, leaving us mildly bemused by all the talk of holiday wreckage.
Actually, Arniston was beautiful, sunny and lovely, as this Flickr set will surely testify. Oh sure, it rained and was a bit windy as we drove back to Cape Town, but it really didn’t seem anything too hectic. And it certainly wasn’t anything like the August storm.
So yes, we had a great break. Thanks for asking.

In fact, Friday dawned so beautifully that we felt an assault on the Lion’s Head would be “a good idea”. For those uninitiated in the ways of the Mother City, the Lion’s Head is the (only ever so) slightly smaller lump of rock on the right as you look at the big flat lump of rock.
There’s no cable car here – it’s a tough rocky scramble, scrambling up tough rocks, with your only reward the stunning 360° panoramic views across Table Mountain, Cape Town and the Atlantic Seaboard. It was a hot day and hard work, but at least there were no scorpions in our beds.
Although that was probably mainly due to the lack of beds rather than anything else.

    
More pictures on Flickr

Tomorrow, we head inland to Worcester and Goudini Spa, where we will relax, recover and rejuvenate in the more seasonable heatwave predicted towards the end of the week. Tough life, hey?

 

The most southerly blog post in Africa

There are nearly a billion people in Africa.
Maybe a hundred thousand of them write blogs. About 6 of those blogs are any good.
And lucky you – you’re reading one of them.
Might I suggest a quick dip on the lottery this evening? You are obviously on a roll.

Anyway – why all these exciting stats? Well, because of those billion people on mainland Africa, I am currently the furthest south, as I am writing this post from Cape Agulhas. Not from the village of L’Agulhas – the most southerly village in Africa. Nor from the Cape Agulhas lighthouse – the most southerly lighthouse in Africa. Not even from the little Cape Agulhas monument – the most southerly monument marking the most southerly point in Africa – in Africa. I’ve wandered onto the rocks behind there to bring you what must be the most southerly blog post in Africa. And it’s low tide. Believe me, this is going to be pretty tough for anyone to beat without some sort of major engineering project.

North of me, a billion impoverished individuals with a big desert at the top. South of me, ocean. Plenty of it.

Anyway – I’ve said my piece, I’m off for a(nother) beer.

Arniston – 6156 miles from civilisation…

…yet still with an interwebs connection, albeit GPRS.

So here we are then. 11:30 Sunday morning and I’ve only been up 6 hours already. That’s because our Southern Cape self-catering accommodation fits the usual bill of Southern Cape self-catering accommodation by having tissue paper curtains which only allow the light in as soon as it gets light. In addition, it further demonstrates the accepted stereotype by having the world’s slowest flowing hot water. Even a shallow bath for the kids took forever to run last night. I’ve just turned the tap on ready for this evening, as bathtime is only 7 hours or so away.

Other than those expected aberrations, the place is actually pretty ropey. But that can easily be overlooked – literally, in fact – when you have a view out of the window like this .


Here’s what we’re dealing with this morning

Wow. That beach looks lonely – my beer and I had better go keep it company.
More later, sports fans…

Overexposed

…I’ve seen too much.

The Parlotones have “filmed” their “new” video in Cape Town.
It’s different. It’s cool. It features an animated giraffe.
That’s all the boxes ticked then…

More at: http://www.powerzone.co.za/theparlotones

Where have you been?

Rumour and intrigue have been surrounding the recent paucity of posts on 6000 miles… There were pleas and rebukes on Facebook. There were personal emails filled with concern and bitter allegations. There was even a phone call, although to be fair, that turned out to be a wrong number. 
But while readers speculated wildly, none of them hit the nail on the head. I have mainly just been sleeping.


Mainly sleeping

The 6000 miles… Southern Cape Tour™ starts next week. Look out for live blogging from beyond the Overberg including (I hope) the southernmost blog posting in Africa from somewhere near a big stripy lighthouse.
Flickr should also be fairly busy, but maybe only once I get back, thanks to those pesky bandwidth regulations around Bredasdorp.