Thursday March 7. All 5 of us have finally arrived safely in Cape Town, after some challenges. And some baggage is still lost in the the mysteries of the Air France system. This morning we are enjoying delicious coffee and croissants in Camps Bay, where 4 of us are staying. Camps Bay is a rich and charming area, with little stores, good restaurants on the waterfront, and expensive houses. There is a lovely sandy beach with huge crashing waves breaking onto it.
We are staying in a charming bed and breakfast run by Marion. She is a lovely lady, though legally blind from macular degeneration. Two friendly dogs help her. The house is lovely, old African furniture. Capetown is still suffering from severe water shortages so water usage is constrained. We are below Table Mountain and Lions Head.

Yesterday Allen, Brian and I jumped on a red open top double decker bus for the tourist tour. The bus wended it’s way along the beautiful beach front road, looking out onto the Atlantic. The most expensive properties are the ones considered to be in the “wind free zone”. The guide pointed out that certain unscrupulous real estate agents expand what is considered “wind free” but this can be judged by the state of the palm trees and whether they are leaning…
We hopped off the bus in the old port area. We enjoyed a lively market area with lots of high quality African crafts. Allen and Brian purchased wooden bow ties for their own mysterious reasons, Don resisted. Wandering around the harbour and dry docks (very active) we came across a remarkable art gallery built out of the old concrete grain terminal. Remarkable engineering. Then after sampling some South African beer, we jumped back on the bus, and headed up Table Mountain. We didn’t have the energy to climb to the top, or even take the cable car, but the views over the harbour were spectacular.


Testing the beer!


View of Capetown from part way up Table Mountain






