The adventure continues in South Africa

We made our flight and eventually landed in Cape Town at 4 in the afternoon and made ourt way directly to the Liberty House lodge where we were greeted by Ruth, the eclectic owner of the Inn for the past 4 years. Cape Town was a blur, we raced through taking pictures of the stadium at GreenPoint, where we made friends with the congolese security gaurds and Gertie, a self prounonced protector of the stadium, who lived in a box along the periphery of the stadium grounds. no one was off limits to us, we wanted and needed to know how everyone felt about the upcoming World Cup and did we get an earful.

Throughout our three day stay, we visited Camp's Bay, Long Street, attended a PremierLeague Under -19 soccer tournament as VIPs and enjoyed lunches and dinners at local establishments. As this was my second visit, I had some notion as to where we wanted to go and where we didn't, so I wasn't completely useless. One of my goals however was to make it to the top of Table Mountain, which by chance was walking distance from our Inn. Cleber and I succeeded in making time for Table Mountain, and I learned that my little darling has a small case of vertigo which made the ride up in the cable car that much more exciting. The views from teh top were breathtaking and we were certainly not the only ones with the same idea, you could literally spend hours hiking up there but we made a short loop took loads of photos and made our way back down the mountain. We had the luck of having a roof-top terrace at our hotel, so Cleber and I decided to but a few items and prepared a little evening apero before heading out to dinner. Cape town sparkled from where we stood, down below the city hummed while we enjoyed our bit of freedom from the reality that is South Africa. There were some funny moments, including Cleber leaving the Premier League match to go get his more powerful lens only to realise that he had left the room key with yours truly, during the final game I was joined by a young boy who literally attached himself to my hip and spent the rest of the game staring at me, and chatting me up about the game that we were all enjoying. His parents and friends thought he was out of his mind, but got a kick out of the fact that I was playing along. He was too cute a little curly haired Indian boy with an unsatiable curiosity. We made the most of every encounter and met some truly wonderful people that gave us hope for the future of South Africa and the success of the World Cup. Our latest adventure had just begun but things were looking up...