I arrived in Cape town, wanting to leave immediately. The last couple of days I've gotten used to quiet, slow towns, and the stark contrast of the big city suddenly made me uneasy. Nevertheless I decided to see what the V&A waterfront was all about, and upon arrival there, where greeted by a steward of a Peroni catamaran, I've always wanted to go sailing, and thought of nothing better than to say, off course I'll go. Even though we didn't have enough wind to sail with, the skipper hoisted sail on my request, and we had a sight full tour of Capetown harbour on engine power. It was an awesome experience, and I'll recommend it to everyone.
Afterwards I decided to take a look at canal walk shopping mall, I immediately got lost and had to find the nearest exit to find some sense of proper direction. Upon leaving Capetown, I decided to head for George, where my Dad lives, and we could reacquaint ourselves. Reaching Hermanus I felt the affects of a classic new years eve party exhaustion ( hangover ) setting in, and looked for the nearest campsite. I found this deserted place called Amana, and set up camp next to a bird lake soon after. Being about the only camper there, I didn't feel safe about my mountain bike on the bike rack, so I locked the wheels in my car, and yes, my bike with me in my tent, cuddled up next to it / her and was sound asleep by 7 o'clock that night.