Here are two maps I found on Reddit. I thought that they were quite interesting.
This first one shows you what you can see from the summit of Mount Everest.
It’s incredibly dangerous to try to scale Mount Everest: 4% of people trying to get to the top don’t come back. Because they die. And for what? Trying to find out what they can see from the top.
Er… you’re looking at what you can see from the top. Right here.
And you’re safe. Safe.
Here’s the other map.
This one is a bit more personal, because it includes Cape Agulhas. I’ve never climbed Mount Everest, but I have been to Cape Agulhas. I was there yesterday. It’s worth noting that more than 96% of the people who go to Cape Agulhas come back. Another feather in the… er… “Cap” for the bottom of Africa.
These green lines mark the major shipping routes for the world, and you can see why we get to see so many boats going past the cottage.
Most of the stuff we see goes from Brazil to China and back again, which fits with this map.
I have no reason to believe that it is inaccurate.
With the moon so full, the tides are fairly hefty at the moment and so we decided to make use of low water this morning to head down to the shipwreck. I decided that I’d combine this with a morning run, and meet the rest of the family there. It’s not too far – just over 3km on the road, so I decided to make a five of it by doing a couple of laps of the village and then heading down there via the coast.
The laps around the village went very well. Fast, fun and happy on the dirt roads. And then I went around the corner onto the beach – and into the 50kph headwind.
Eina. Ouch. Aïe. Huy. Autsch. Ey.
The combination of beach sand, pebbles, that southeasterly wind and yes, some (or more) beers yesterday evening, has actually killed me. Dead.
However, when what remained of me did eventually reach the shipwreck, it was all worth it. The kids had a climb and it was great to be out and about in the (very) fresh air and sunshine.
If you can find somewhere out of the wind, it’s a glorious day. It’s just sad that we’re heading back to Cape Town and reality again in a couple of hours.
219 – that used to be the MW frequency for Manx Radio.
Manx Radio. Two! One! Nine!
…was the jingle. I’m sure that you are singing along in your head as I am in mine. Those were, as they like to tell us, the days.
I don’t think you’d advertise a show over there (or anywhere else, really) with that sort of headline right now.
But I digress. Often.
We’re down in Agulhas and I’ve spent the morning cutting back the fynbos and cleaning out the braai area. I did have plans for a mid-afternoon nap, but suddenly I feel that a pre-mid-afternoon nap nap may be called for.
You should hear what I’m got planned for the early evening.
(Actually, I have a couple of Only Connect shows to catch up on…)
It’s been a heavy, disturbed, stressful week and the fresh air, sunshine and peace and quiet are exactly what we needed.
And the wildlife is enjoying the springtime too: skinks, scorpions, a mongoose and several (or more) really large moths around yesterday, together with some White Stork, Glossy Ibis and Ostrich on the way down here. And then, just before a very early bedtime, a pair of Spotted Eagle Owls and some passing Black-Crowned Night Herons yesterday evening.
Idyllic. Idyllic, but all rather tiring. Nap time.
Not much to say today. The drive back from Agulhas was better than it could have been – we cut over the Highlands Pass instead of joining the hoards going over Houw Hoek and saved ourselves a couple of hours.
But United lost again. Three from three now and that same comment from those watching: “They didn’t deserve to lose”.
Sadly, while that may be true (I was driving home and didn’t watch so I can’t say today), you don’t get points for deserving to win. And when you’re playing well and not winning, you wonder what can be changed to make a difference.
I’m tired this evening – physically and mentally. Early one tonight, I think.