Well that wine tasting certainly knocked me out for a day! Who knew 31 wine tastings would give me a pounding head? As yesterday was such a washout I made the most of today by heading over to the Waterfront to catch a (finally running) ferry across to Robben Island. I managed to buy my ticket just before a gaggle of school children got in the queue, but unfortunately they still ended up on the same ferry as me. As the ferry wasn't leaving for a while I had a...

I thought the fresh air up on Table Mountain would help me sleep, but it positively knocked me out! I went for a cat nap at 5 and didn't wake up until 6 this morning. Blimey. It was a good job I did wake up as I hadn't set any alarm, but the van was late to pick up for the wine tour so no problem there. There were 6 of us on the tour, all girls. We started drinking at 10am, needless to say after 8 wines per estate we were ready for our lunch. The Belgian g...

I finally made it up Table Mountain! I'd made it into the infamous cable cars, although they look a lot different to when Dad stood in them! I set off at 9.20 in my Rikki, thinking I'd be there in plenty of time, but alas I was one of many joining the queue on a perfect blue sky day. I didn't forget the poignancy of the date as I read over my ticket to the top; I'm not too sure how eight years passed by so quickly, but we mustn't dwell. I tried to wing my wa...

My first organised tour as a solo traveller took place today: it was half an hour late, which may not have been the best start, but it did enable me to see a homeless man search the bins for his breakfast before bidding me a good morning as I clutched my bag. Nothing like a bit of humble pie to start the day. My guide collected me from the gate of the Zebra Crossing hostel and I took my place amongst the ten other tourists in the van as we drove toward Hout Bay...

I collected my laundry this morning, my clean, freshly-washed laundry, and it was glorious! The stains on my socks may still be there, but they smelt just like they did when Mum brought them out of the dryer at home. Delicious. Neither the cable cars up to Table Mountain nor the boat to Robben Island were running so I ended up at Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens. It wasn't my first choice, I'm not exactly blooming about flowers, but after seeing all the flowers, p...