Hout Bay

We always knew it would be a busy day. "Uncle Dawie" (Dave) was ready to lead us up Chapman's Peak on the south side of Hout Bay at an ungodly hour but the quiet path and clear views more than justified it. we managed to catch the last 5 minutes of the Wales France Rugby Quarter Finals and watched Josh's agony as the reds "Burgled" the blues to win by a point (he doesn't fancy RSA's chances against them in the semis...) We found a convenient pub in Hout Bay to watch RSA despatch the Japanese after a nervous first half, whilst catching up on our calorie deficit? with burgers, fish and chips and Boers worst (a local hot dog done on a Braai). Suitably fortified, we headed south to see the Cape of Good Hope and the view across to the Antarctic. We were a bit shocked by the cost of entering the Cape National Park (almost £30 each) and underwhelmed by the view (why had we thought that we would be at the most southerly point of Africa and that we would be looking south rather than west?).
Bob, who's turn it was to drive today, managed to stay awake as we headed back to Uncle Dawie's for a Braai in his extensive back garden. Patsy, his lovely wife, and his daughters Chelsea and Kendal had prepared salads, potatoes dauphinois and the best ever Malva pudding. The award for the best braai food went to the skewers of ostrich meat, but the lamb chops and chicken skewers were pretty good as well. We failed to do justice to the quantity of meat on offer but we had a magical time in the garden lit with fairy lights and candles whilst watching out for the semi tame porcupine that patrolled the area.
Yes, busy, but wonderful.

Night spent at 9 Hoopoe Avenue, Camps Bay.