Losing the battle?

The fire which has been burning above Simonstown for more than 3 days now is not showing any signs of giving up, despite the best efforts of hundreds of firefighters, and several (or more) water-bombing helicopters – and now fixed wing aircraft – working throughout the daylight hours.

In fact, using the AFIS app, it actually seems to be getting worse. Spreading across the peninsular towards Scarborough and Misty Cliffs, ably assisted by a stiff South Easterly wind.

To add to their woes, a second (and then a third) fire broke out slightly further North last night in Glencairn. The Deep South is in Deep Trouble at the moment, and the bold statement from Cape Town Security MEC JP Smith that “This Ends Today”, seems rather optimistic.

No major injuries and no significant property lost as yet, but unless they can get a handle on this, given the forecast winds and hot temperatures (and no rain, obviously), that’s sadly going to be a difficult record to maintain.

“Flu”

More people are suddenly going down with “flu” again. “Flu” is the layperson’s catchall term for any respiratory tract infection, but of course, what they’ve got isn’t influenza, despite the nomenclature. Influenza is a seasonal infection, and our influenza season ended way back in July:

And indeed, it’s unusual to have so many people ill with respiratory tract infections at this time of year – remember that we’re in the middle of summer down here in the Southern Hemisphere. Of course, there are end of year gatherings and social events which assist in spreading the bugs around, but the fresh air and sunshine have always been enough in previous years to prevent these sort of infections. And yet, everyone knows someone who is sick. It sounds almost like the 2020 Covid days.

So what on earth could it be?

Well, if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it’s almost certainly Covid.

Worldwide, poo studies are showing huge amounts of virus (Covid) RNA in wastewater systems, meaning that there are huge numbers of viruses (Covid) in the community. And using a whimsical font to title the graphs doesn’t make it any better.

Look at that: even in Western Australia, which, like us, is supposed to be safe from those winter illnesses right now.

There are two important points to make here. Firstly, that things have moved on a bit since the heady earlier days of Covid. Thankfully, at the moment, there seem to be fewer hospitalisations and fewer deaths from these latest variants. Although numbers of Covid-19 hospitalisations are suddenly rising in places like Singapore and the UK:

And even if it’s not killing you, that certainly doesn’t mean that it’s not capable of making you feel like death for a week at a time.

Secondly, these wastewater tests are our best estimate at what’s going on with Covid in the community, because there’s basically no testing being done on patients with respiratory illness anymore. Why would you spend R1000 on a test when it’s not going to alter the treatment of the patient anyway?

There’s also been a change in symptoms with the new variants. Sure, there’s still the crippling fatigue, breathlessness and general viral nastiness, but while taste and smell seem unaffected – two of the staples of Covid diagnosis first time around – very sore throats seem to be a regular symptom, and even gastrointestinal symptoms are being reported.

It’s also worth noting that we’re a tourist mecca at this time of year, indeed maybe even more so than ever before, so there’s every chance that some people will be bringing their Northern hemisphere Covid into the country with them.

And while there are only a few wastewater stations reporting HIGH levels of Covid RNA at the moment, it’s interesting (but perhaps nothing more than that) that the Cape Town Airport station is one that has suddenly picked up a little over the last few weeks.

After all, especially with those gastro symptoms, what’s the first thing you might want to do as soon as you get off a 12 hour flight? Hmm. Exactly.

Basically, what I’m saying here is that [SHOCK!!] Covid hasn’t gone away. Nor has it yet become a predictable, seasonal virus like dear old Influenza. The latest variants are still very unpleasant and could still be dangerous in elderly or vulnerable patients.

Still best then to exercise caution, not engage in too much mistletoe action and make sure that your vaccinations are up to date (much easier said than done in SA, let me tell you). And, if you are feeling sick, choose to be sensible and respectful and stay away from the Christmas parties and my braai this evening.

Get well soon. Happy holidays.

When will I learn?

Of course the plan yesterday was to do the post I meant to do yesterday, today.

But that was before today suddenly happened, including some work on the roof, some work on the pool and some last minute shopping for braais today and tomorrow. There was also a larney fruit salad to construct.

But no problem. I’ll blog at horseriding (not me). But no. There was shifting of poles to be done and rocks to be thrown at sticks. Don’t ask.

So this is it before I race home, dive through the shower and head out for meat and beers.

Maybe tomorrow.  [cue lols from both readers]

Throwback

I was going to do a big post about viruses, but then other stuff came up and so that will have to wait. And because the other stuff hasn’t yet gone away, this is going to be a quick TBT (which as everyone knows, stands for “Throwback Tuesday”, right?) post:

That’s a quick shot back up a corridor of cells in Robben Island Prison. This particular corridor being the one where Nelson Mandela was imprisoned: his cell is on the left hand side as we are looking, about 4 doors from the end. And yes, the cells did have wooden doors which were closed across the barred gates inside each night.

Not somewhere I would want to have been held, but to have the place to myself even for just a couple of minutes was such a privilege. Not many people get to take this photo without several (or more) tourists in sight.

Now. Back to the other stuff.

More tomorrow. Maybe even viruses!

Returned

A lovely little trip over the delightful Bains Kloof Pass on the way back home, with its stunning scenery and interesting warning signs:

You don’t see that sort of thing every day. Well, unless you are a regular user of the Bains Kloof Pass, I suppose.

We didn’t see any leopards, but then they are masters of camouflage.

Anyway, safely back in Cape Town after a few days of fun, heat and excess, and an opportunity to get some healthy habits started once more before ruining everything again over Christmas.
The kids have retreated to their rooms, basking in the stable, speedy internet, and I have already done 74 loads of washing. Real life has returned very quickly. Normal service has very much been resumed.

While it was a great few days, I am really looking forward to the comfort of my own bed tonight. And I don’t think I’ll be staying up to watch the football before heading that way. Bit knackered.