Jacket I saw walking to the tube—delicious! David, left, and Carl.
Long tube ride to Heathrow, easy check in when you allow plenty of time as I do, and then a twelve-hour flight to the Cape. I rested and met a seat mate, Fadah Wassa, who, on a scale of one to ten on the hospitality continuum, is a twenty. The six-week old infant in the seat in front of me scared me, but it was silent the entire flight and a joy to watch sleep.
I was picked up with a French couple and driven to the hotel. The couple is French, so I was immediately the translator. Short nap, long bath and a walk around the block. The gated store-fronts and the security everywhere confirms my worst fears, so I came home. I will be cabbing to secure places. But 5 minutes walk from me is the beach below (where it is too cold to swim—the Atlantic) with a civic swimming pool beside it with a lawn for sunbathing. (Photos below.)
But nothing I did today beats reading that Toronto mayor Rob Ford was turfed out of office for violating conflict of interest guidelines. Sometimes, not only do good guys get elected (Obama), but also sometimes bad men lose (Ford, Lord Black the Revolting).
My balcony.
The pool.
My room.
The view from my balcony. Thats Pinnacle Mountain behind the tree.
What's that shadow behind Bwana?
The beach nearby.
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