Finally! Slow and steady wins the race or something like that? I don’t think anyone’s ever accused me of being quick about anything, though, really.
Yes, the trip to Table Mountain (after a mani/pedi [or lengthy and frustrating search for an ATM, in Marlon’s case. Same same?] and one last farewell trip to Greenmarket Square, for old times’ sake) marked our last hurrah in Cape Town, and with it ends my epic (literally) telling of the voyage. Pat, always coming through for us, told us to hold off going until after six, when tickets go for half price. As such he was able to come along as well and summit Table Mountain (for the millionth time).
It’s roughly $20 to go up and back by cable car normally and $10 for the “sunset special.” It’s also hike-able, but requires far more time and stamina than the Lion’s Head hike. (At least that’s the word on the street.) At the office they take a poll of everyone’s nationality; we were surprised to find Americans were second to Germans for most visitors. We also learnt that the funny animal we’d seen at Hermanus is called a “dassie,” and that it bites.
aw snap, look who’s makin gifs! shoulda taken more pics, in retrospect, but this is a real(-ish)-time representation of the ‘table cloth’ coming over the mountain.
Our trip back went pretty much as smoothly as we could’ve hoped. In fact, we got bumped up to business class on our first flight! (Unfortunately, you’ll recall this would’ve been our flight to Johannesburg; by far the shortest of the three legs.) Aside from that ol “technical stop” in Dakar, where they kept us awake without food for what felt like an eternity, things went fine and before we knew it we were back in the thick of this really terrific winter we’re having in North America.