My day of airports was rattled by the taxi driver arriving at 9.40 rather than 9. Alas he did get me to the airport just in time to check-in, have a drink, and board with a large group of South African rugby players. Not all bad I suppose. The Bobotie on the plane didn't exactly match the one I'd had in Stellenbosch, but the plane did arrive 15 minutes ahead of schedule: typical, as I was hoping for a delay to break up my 9 hour wait! Whilst I was waiting for m...

After the whale trip was cancelled yesterday I got rather homesick, well very homesick really. I tried to distract myself by walking up to the Lion's Head, but got scared by the many refugees camped out at each set of traffic lights: ashamedly I replied 'sorry I haven't got any' to a chap who asked for the time, as I was so prepared for him to ask for money. If I remember rightly, they're predominantly Zimbabwean refugees who most likely are well educated but ...

Well that wine tasting certainly knocked me out for a day! Who knew 31 wine tastings would give me a pounding head? As yesterday was such a washout I made the most of today by heading over to the Waterfront to catch a (finally running) ferry across to Robben Island. I managed to buy my ticket just before a gaggle of school children got in the queue, but unfortunately they still ended up on the same ferry as me. As the ferry wasn't leaving for a while I had a...

I thought the fresh air up on Table Mountain would help me sleep, but it positively knocked me out! I went for a cat nap at 5 and didn't wake up until 6 this morning. Blimey. It was a good job I did wake up as I hadn't set any alarm, but the van was late to pick up for the wine tour so no problem there. There were 6 of us on the tour, all girls. We started drinking at 10am, needless to say after 8 wines per estate we were ready for our lunch. The Belgian g...

I finally made it up Table Mountain! I'd made it into the infamous cable cars, although they look a lot different to when Dad stood in them! I set off at 9.20 in my Rikki, thinking I'd be there in plenty of time, but alas I was one of many joining the queue on a perfect blue sky day. I didn't forget the poignancy of the date as I read over my ticket to the top; I'm not too sure how eight years passed by so quickly, but we mustn't dwell. I tried to wing my wa...