Monday
Got up for 7.30 in the morning to hire a bike for 8. I’m having porridge at the moment for breakfast, as it’s the most dense cereal I can think of, and so easy to transport. The plan was to cycle to Cape Point and back, 70km each way, it was the toughest ride I’ve ever done, the 80km to Oxford was easy in comparison- it was nice and flat, this ride was up and down for practically the whole route, I almost wanted to scream towards the end of the return journey. There were times when my muscles felt they had no more to give, with my palms and finger tips feeling raw, from being gently sanded. The downhills which were fun on the way there became the evil uphills on the return journey. I didn’t get to stop for any proper breaks, and got back at eight in the evening. The scenery along the coast was fantastic with crystal blue seas, and amazing beaches, like Clifton bay and superb views out from Chapman’s bay. I was also amused by how well sound travels, I was having a banana break and two girls in the distance were walking towards me talking about sex, one saying their mum had said two days before, and two days after a period you can’t get pregnant, which was quite scary to hear people in SA hearing as it made me wonder if they we aware 25% of the population of SA is HIV positive. I’m sure it wasn’t particularly helpful to them but after saying hi, my parting comment was ‘condoms work all the time’
A lot later on down the road, almost at Cape point; it was funny seeing a baboon sitting in the middle of the road and seeing little ones playing higher up the bank.
* I also went to boulder near Simon’s town to see the penguins which I found a bit of a disappointment as it stuck me as a bit artificial, because in 1982 there were only 2 breeding pairs of penguins, and, and you also weren’t able to get close to the penguins, although later I found out there was a bit where you could walk a bit further and possibly be on the same beach as them, as opposed to a raised platform.
Next stop Cape Point
The scenery was stunning with a great variety of terrain, I loved it at one point having a view of the sea on each side of the cape and seeing waves breaking along the coast, it also had weird floaty stuff at points. I didn’t have as long as I would have like at the point, as I really wanted to make sure I was back before it got dark, as lots of the roads on the ways didn’t have street lights. On the way back I was trying a different route back, and got myself on the N3 (a proper motorway), I guessed I wasn’t supposed to be on it, and I wasn’t!, so I was going along the hard shoulder which was fine until you got to the exits (I had to be careful especially with the feeder lanes as my speed wasn’t that close to 100km/h).
In the evening I chatted to a pair of German siblings from Munich and some Aussies from Tasmania and some Swedes from Gothenburg, A shot of some spirit appeared before me, and the barman said Tom, had bought it for me, was a bit confused, as I’d never spoken to him, but drank it and found out why, it was quite a deadly 80% proof with superb warming affects, and Tom came over and said he’d had one bought for him, and found it amusing seeing the look of shock of people faces trying it for the first time, so I bought one for one of the Aussies . I also tried the traditional German shot Hoffmeister
A lot later on down the road, almost at Cape point; it was funny seeing a baboon sitting in the middle of the road and seeing little ones playing higher up the bank.
* I also went to boulder near Simon’s town to see the penguins which I found a bit of a disappointment as it stuck me as a bit artificial, because in 1982 there were only 2 breeding pairs of penguins, and, and you also weren’t able to get close to the penguins, although later I found out there was a bit where you could walk a bit further and possibly be on the same beach as them, as opposed to a raised platform.
Next stop Cape Point
The scenery was stunning with a great variety of terrain, I loved it at one point having a view of the sea on each side of the cape and seeing waves breaking along the coast, it also had weird floaty stuff at points. I didn’t have as long as I would have like at the point, as I really wanted to make sure I was back before it got dark, as lots of the roads on the ways didn’t have street lights. On the way back I was trying a different route back, and got myself on the N3 (a proper motorway), I guessed I wasn’t supposed to be on it, and I wasn’t!, so I was going along the hard shoulder which was fine until you got to the exits (I had to be careful especially with the feeder lanes as my speed wasn’t that close to 100km/h).
In the evening I chatted to a pair of German siblings from Munich and some Aussies from Tasmania and some Swedes from Gothenburg, A shot of some spirit appeared before me, and the barman said Tom, had bought it for me, was a bit confused, as I’d never spoken to him, but drank it and found out why, it was quite a deadly 80% proof with superb warming affects, and Tom came over and said he’d had one bought for him, and found it amusing seeing the look of shock of people faces trying it for the first time, so I bought one for one of the Aussies . I also tried the traditional German shot Hoffmeister
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