We’re back down off the mountain after a splendid 24 hours away, filled with fun, laughter and incident. Thunderstorms and shooting stars, skinny dipping (allegedly, at least) and a Cape Cobra encounter.
There will be a time to tell you about the exhausting hike up there in the ridiculous heat, to speak of the fireball in the kitchen, to elaborate upon the gentle 4am rain shower that meant we had to move some mattresses, and to explain how we discovered that Cape Spurfowl don’t eat lettuce.
But that time is not now, because I am completely knackered.
I did manage to get some photos edited and will be doing a Flickr upload tomorrow.
In the meantime, this:
A view over the lights of Cape Town as the cloud rolled in from False Bay. Better bigger and on black, but you’ll have to wait for tomorrow for that.
I’m awaiting official confirmation, but I have read that yesterday was the hottest ever in Cape Town since records began. 45.2oC at the Table Bay weather station was what I was told (vs the previous record of 42.4oC).
I can believe it.
I didn’t get much sleep. I tried in our bed with two fans going, I tried in the living room with the beagle, I tried in my office, disassembling the beanbag into two mattresses. I even tried outside, and stood on a wasp.
Don’t do it.
I’m feeling rubbish today, as I would imagine a lot of people are.
My office is hidden in the bottom corner of the house, protected from the sunshine by several trees and several other bits of building. In winter, it can get pretty cool in here, given that it doesn’t see any sun at all. In summer – most especially on days like today – it offers a merciful release from the heat. I was up early to take the boy to A Thing and it was 27oC at 7:15 this morning. It’s clearly going to be a scorcher, as promised.
I have thus retreated to my office, where I have placed the beagle’s bed, so that it too may enjoy a little respite from the ridiculousness outside.
There is a TV in here for the footy later, and there is – of course – my giant beanbag for comfort. No fridge, but the bar is just there [points yonder], and that holds the promise of plenty (or more) cold beers.
I’m (almost) avoiding any comment on this, Day 666 of SA’s lockdown. It’s a day very much like any other, and if someone tries to tell you today that the Rothschilds are working with the Lizard people and Bill Gates to depopulate the planet before Nibiru comes upon us, simply because of the significance of the number above, then they need help and you should get it for them.
However, in the most tenuous link possible, it does seem like there is set to be some hellishly hot weather on the way:
Yeah. That doesn’t sound like fun.
So what I thought we’d do, given that sort of heat, is to walk up Table Mountain.
Yep. That seems the most sensible option to take, given the lack of incline and the wide availability of copious shade that Table Mountain is well known for.
It’s a long story and a crazy plan, but it has to be – and will be – done.
Meanwhile, there are weather warnings in Dubai this weekend as well: