With a headline like:
the answer is obviously “injuries”.
But if you’re thinking that this is in a kids’ playground, think again. No, this – the Tobogan Estepona – is:
a 38-metre-long slide in Estepona, on the Costa del Sol, intended to give residents of all ages a quick way to travel between the streets, which sit at very different levels.
So picture your granny on this:
I think not. And the locals aren’t impressed either:
“The Estepona slide is a piece of shit,” one woman wrote on Twitter. “I went on it and got hurt all over. I flew two metres and the police started to laugh.”
She also posted pictures of her grazed elbows, adding: “I’m not putting up one of my arse, which is worse.”
Now, Cape Town has some pretty steep hills and it’s clear to me that we also now need to give this
dangerous exciting new method of transportation a go. Embracing the tourist vibe, we’d probably need to keep it somewhere near town, and while Table Mountain might be a bit of a stretch, towering a kilometre above the city, the Lions Head (693m) seems ideal for a piece of shit helter skelter.
Land it onto one of the posh beaches at Clifton and it wouldn’t matter how far you slipped off the end into the soft sand: elbows and arses would all be intact.
I’ll be putting my ideas forward to Cape Town Tourism, and I’ll feedback on their (almost certain) excitement at this amazing plan.
Not sure how I hadn’t seen this before, but it’s certainly something worth preserving on here for posterity and revisitation.
This, according to the Youtube authorship anyway, is Jean-Jacques Wallis, and he’s jumping off the Lions Head (remember when my wife did that?) and paragliding down to Clifton beach.
Fast and hard and low.
Ever so low.
Blimey. Bit toight approaching the beach there. Squeaky bum time.
Colour me impressed by his bravery and skill. And yes, at some point, this sort of thing usually all ends in tears, but for the moment, let’s come along and enjoy the good times while we can.
P.S. There’s another one here.
This one is from November 2008. It features my 64 year old mother, with her artifical hip (thankfully not in shot) and artificial knee (in shot) approaching the top of the Lions Head.
Despite my Mum’s fitness, this was a bit more of a test than she had anticipated – I think a lot of people think that because of its proximity to the city, and its bigger brothers (sisters?) next door, it must be an easy climb. Not so.
Mum made it up of course, although we had some entertainment and giggles with the chains that day. There’s a video somewhere of her sitting on my head as we tried to get her up them. It didn’t work, but it made for some great memories.
I’m out of town and unable to blog today, so here’s a pre-recorded quota photo of the Lions Head to remind me of home.
Fine work by Neeve Terman in the evening sun there.
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?