De Waterkant Village Cape Town

... can do is say "FIRST! FIRST!" Translation: “I need to get into first gear,” because she was currently in like fourth. But apparently her muscles did not react to her thoughts or her voice and she did not reach down to move the gear shift in any direction. Not to worry, my unconscious reaction was to reach down and throw the gear shift into first myself – what the hell? Who does that? I had no idea whether the clutch was down or not or whether ...

... that nurses were very quick at administrating sedative drugs to their patients. His goal is to come up with alternative, non-chemical-based solutions. One of Alex's house-mates, Sasha drove me, Alex and Simon (a German friend of Alex's who had a birthday party last night) to Lion's Head. We hiked up all the way to the top of the mountain to see the gradually curving horizon. It took a good 1.5 hours to reach the peak and ...

... Nissan Micra and thought if they could do it then so could I. I finally arrived at Travellers Rest and asked the owner there if I could take a walk along the trail, She looked at me as if I was mad and asked if I really wanted to go in the heat. I explained that having taken the trouble to get there I didn't want to go back not having seen at least some of the rock art, she made me promise to only go to three or four sites and to report back to her on my ...

... rest will be holiday. At this stage we're still toying with the idea of a 1 week Caribbean Cruise. The week before we return we're planning to explore Washington DC and New York. As I will have all this free time :-), I will attempt to keep all our friends that would like to keep up to date informed of our travels. I will probably post loads of photo's and share a lot of ...

... know what's hidden beneath the surface. It makes you distrust your gut, it makes you paranoid.<br>But Martin and I continued on for a little bit and then decided to move on.<br>We went to a cool pub that I'd heard about from one of the tourists at the hostel my first night.<br>Great vibe, nice music, people are chillin. We sat on the balcony overlooking the area, had a beer and chatted. <br>It was nice to unwind before getting back into the thick of it all.<br>I'm goin back in....<br><br>

... of 12 peaks!) and the Atlantic Ocean. Definitely a perfect setting for both mountain aficionados and beach lovers. While being busy to finish my "Surprised by Joy" book of C.S.Lewis, in the white sand, I also managed to get burnt by the sun on my feet!! Further, the movie "Married Life" with Pierce Brosnan is definitely worth if you like romantical intricacies in the setting of the 50s.

... the afternoon in Simon's Town, a little fishing village full of charming shops and restaurants. We grabbed some fresh-baked mushroom pies from a patisserie, wandered around and had quite a lovely time. Had a quick visit in the Navy Museum, which was dusty and quiet but had some neat models and a genuine helicopter inside.We hopped back on the train for the half-hour ride home, cooked up some spaghetti, and then headed out to the local club Tin Roof for some ...

... all, our 5th floor is out-of-order due to Spring Cleaning...I smell an inside-job. Secondly, the girls cleaning on that floor is not our own employees but a contract-company. When that happened, our security-guard was on lunch. Interesting huh? So the guy went up, knew the floor was empty, security was on lunch and what rooms will be "left open." He took 2 TV's, threw his jacket over it and walked out again. Luckily for us, a receptionist saw him walk out. Our Maintenance ...

... even the prisoners bodily functions could be controlled by the guards. Looking into the cell, I tried to picture myself in jail. Mandela spent 18 of his 27 years in that prison and I could not even fathom doing a week. The resolve that he must have had is unbelievable. He had by far the longest sentence of all the political prisoners to ever go through the system, and yet according to the guards he was the most optimistic of all. In the ...

... up the road. All the establishments in SA, and even in Namibia, have signs up reserving "right of admission". They also have gates you have to be buzzed into, electric fences, spikes, and signs threatening "armed response" security. Made me feel a little paranoid, funnily enough! And dogs hurl themselves at fences and grates, scaring the living daylights out of passers-by (me especially). They're probably just big, slavering, snarling furballs underneath it all. Think I've ...