Cape, Cape, CapeTown and Peninsula 4th of November 2019

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And then we stay and stay and stay in CapeTown and the Cape Peninsula and get ready to head north through this African continent....soon.

But, we didn’t want to overstay our welcome at this amazing house on the bottom of Table Mountain, high over the ocean with a view to die for. 

With a family out of a fairy tail story. A family that welcomed us into their midst.

We left for the weekend to explore the Cape Peninsula, the Cape of Good Hope

- pretending we are at the most southern part of the continent, because we actually don’t really want to ride to the most southern part L’Agulhas so we can say we were there. In fact, we didn’t even go all the way down the peninsula either, because it was COLD AND WINDY and the camping place we wanted to stay at didn’t let us in, because we hadn’t preregistered and payed (none of which was obvious on their website).  Into the cold head wind we headed north again from our southern point and went to the next town  - kind of resigned now not having gone all the way -  .....Simon’s town was next, with no plan to go back to the tippy top for our pretend - of the end -of the world point. I’d rather check out the Pinguins in warmer air. 

Anyhow, in Simon’s town was no place for us - hotels with horrendous prices, no camping. Enough curious people though....

The Info place was just a big sign...kind of an info board...a map on the side of the road in the center of town. James and I just stood there ...our bikes between our legs, our heads empty starring at this thing that didn’t help us at all. The wind had already cleaned out my last creative thought about how and where to spend the night. One more person coming up asking........where, when...bicycles...bags.....weight...money....all the same questions and I revved up my energy to answer...nicely - in spite of my grumpy state....but then he turned to leave and I felt a panic creeping up: Wait, are you from here? Do you know where we can spend the night...camping...anything? He stopped, he looked and he said he’ll be right back “Please don’t leave - I will be back in a few minutes” Few minutes later: Don’t leave, I will come back....I promise....”

Ok, sure, we got nowhere to go!

He comes back with 4 of his friends...kind of checking us out...and then: We have a big AirB&B house at the edge of town. We are form Johannesburg, some of our friends already left this morning. Come stay with us we have extra rooms. 

Our AirB&B host family who picked us off the street in Simon’s Town.

This is actually the original owner of the AirB&B house. J. Cameroon Griffiths II!

Well, geez, twist my arm...The night was saved beyond imagination. We connected with these people as if it was meant to be. We ate and drank and told stories until the cows came home ...Home with people we would have never met if we “played it safe” if you know what I mean. It really isn’t hard to make yourself vulnerable .....plans don’t always work out, even if you think you’ve got it worked out. So, might as well get comfortable with the unknown, get grumpy and love yourself for it. Head out....liberate...let the chips fall and fall with them to land in a spot you couldn’t even dream up.

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