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Rhino Day in Cape Town

World rhino day, events are happening up and down the country. In Hoedspruit we are missing Rocking for Rhinos, a weekend festival of rock music easing awareness and money for the plight of rhinos, particularly in the area. In Cape Town J ran in one of the Rhino Run events, a 12km trail race in Constantia, we only found out about it when it was too late to enter, though I’m not sure who we would have faired having only done a little bit of running at WRF recently. After she had completed the run we met up with her and her running friends at Jonkershuis.

We’d been to Jonkershuis in Groot Constantia only the day before when we met up with S&D, childhood friends of my dad, who now live in Cape Town. It was great to meet them, S brought a tiny baby’s outfit that had been beautifully knitted by my grand mother when their daughter was born, she was clearly a very creative and talented lady.

Constantia Glen wine estateWhen we met J in Jonkershuis we sat at exactly the same table as we had the day before, though on Sunday the weather was a lot better with the sun shining and the outside tables all full. After a delicious French toast with bacon and syrup we left to go to another wine farm nearby, Constantia Glen, half way between Groot Constantia and where we are staying.  Sitting in the sun we drank wine, enjoying the view, the company and the wine, trying 6 of their wines. Stories were shared of life in the Cape and South Africa. After some sobering water J took Joss & I along Chapman’s Peak Drive, a breathtaking drive along the seafront, sheer high cliffs on one side and high drops to the water on the other, views across Hout Bay at one point and over the next bay.

024-IMG_0536 At one point the road has been cut into he rock in a sort of tunnel, with one side open to the sea, along it there is water falling onto the road, like a water fall in the middle of the road. It was only when we got to it that we remembered that the car we had hired was a Fiat 500c, c for cabriolet, and due to the brilliant weather we duly had the roof down. At this moment we had no choice but to swerve erratically to avoid a mid day shower in the car, narrowly avoiding the deluge and watched on by other drivers who clearly saw the situation about to happen.

026-IMG_1067After a fresh spring late lunch of roast chicken with avocado salad on J’s balcony with the most amazing view overlooking Cape Town and the entire bay, J convinced us it would be a great idea to climb lions head,  of side hills of Table Mountain. Initially the path starts wide and gradual upward gradient, but the path soon narrows and gets more precarious looking with drops down the side. At one point the path stops at a set of rungs in the cliff face to enable you to get up to the next part of the path. The route, in general, was fairly easy and straight forward, and clearly it was a very popular thing to do as the number if people moving up and down this little mountain was incredible. After a few final cliff face ascents we were rewarded with magnificent views over Cape Town and Table Mountain. Had we wanted to, I’m also sure it would have been an amazing place to watch the sunset as there were many people sitting around the top plateau of the Lions Head waiting, looking West out over the sea. We however were on a mission to complete the ascent and descent within two hours. J had told us that the previous week she and her friends did it in one hour! I’ve since read that Cape-Tonians often use it as an after work exercise routine, climbing Lions Head. It was, however, a memorable way to end World Rhino Day.

J is a very talented florist based in Cape Town, it was a great treat to see some of her creations around her home. www.supernaturalfloraldesign.co.za 
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Cape Town

Day 1
Rain. Rain and wind as bad as in the UK. Persistent, consistent, insistent rain. From before we landed at Cape Town International we new the weather was going to be bad, we only saw the runway moments before we touched down onto it and the cloud we were descending through was thick and dense.

From previous experience it is always worth prebooking a hire car at Cape Town airport, this time we’d reserved a Fiat 500, a great little car for the city. Getting into this tiny little car we immediately felt guilty, this guilt escalating every time we accelerated, went up a hill, round a bend, basically did anything, oh the joys of a decent power to weight, power steering, and responsive control. I’m sure I’ll continue with this letter of love affair with a small little new model in a later post.

That evening we were invited to see Johnny Clegg. I’d never heard of him. Everyone we mentioned this to showed joy and wonder that a) he was performing and b) that we were going to see him. He’s been playing for 32 years now and has a sound like no others. He seamlessly merges western instruments melodies with sounds, rhythms and keys from Zulu and other African tribal music. As a anthropologist by training he has a keen eye and ear for the ways and feelings of the Zulu people, in fact he is sometimes known as the White Zulu. His concert at the Baxter Theatre was one of six he’s doing there, and from them he’s going to release a live and unplugged album in December.