Erinvale Estate Hotel
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... The museum opened at 10 and it was about 10:15 by the time the bus got us there. Had a good look around and spent a good 90 minutes in there, some interesting stuff in there. We then walked back through Company Gardens, a nice green place in the city, but the are loads, and all well tended :-) Our walk was directed back towards stop number 4 on the bus route, this gave us the option of using either the blue or ...
... my early arrival at an airport does in fact have something to do with my anxiety over the dreaded check-in. Ever since my friend had mistakenly thought she had an e-ticket rather than a paper ticket (can you believe that actually existed?) and was denied departure leaving me to fly off on my own to Brazil on our five week planned adventure, I am always nervous about actually making it on the plane. Or how about that time in San Fran on the way home from a four month trip when we ...
... in her hips and legs. I pulled her aside and had her touch her toes as I felt along her spine. It curved at the beginning of the lumbar vertebrae, and I deduced that it was scoliosis. I was sad to tell her that at this point surgery was probably her only option and we left the house with the same sad eyes that greeted us, but this time they expressed the letdown that the American’s did not come with some miracle.
Laureta was a 47 year old patient ...
... went my camera. Bill came back; he wanted me to follow him to the windiest point, on the other side of the lighthouse. I wanted nothing to do with this idea but grudgingly followed him, cursing the powers that be under my breath. I found myself finally hanging onto a bolted-down garbage can, taking his picture. You'll see it below. He looks totally cool and relaxed, I have no idea how that could be. I was scared for my life.
It was with a huge sigh of relief ...
... harbour by hand.
Our third day was spent wandering the centre initially after we took the local minibus into town. This included a visit to the 'castle' before the girls legs & ankles gave out. They went back on the local bus & I did the internet cafe bit.
That evenong we went to the Camps Bay theatre to see Gilan Gork, a local 'mind-reading' act - think Darren Brown - who also bent cutlery!
A good end to nice stay - I'd recommend Cape Town.