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Back once again

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A much nicer flight home yesterday, passing over the Blyde River Canyon, OR Tambo International Airport, Ellis Park, the FNB Stadium, Fraserburg, Inverdoorn (and its nearby wind farm) and the Matroosberg Nature Reserve.

(There was a lot less snow yesterday.)
We probably went over a lot of other stuff as well, but I either wasn’t looking at it or didn’t recognise it.
As we swooped in for a northward landing, I did notice that there was Congestion Before Victoria.

Obviously.

A good trip in general, I think. I hope I got everything that they wanted. Many kilometres were covered. A few challenges, but there are always going to be a few challenges.
The cutest little airport. One dodgy hotel. One amazing hotel (thankfully in that order).
HEAT! Wildlife. Birds.

Potholes. Scenery. Friendly people. Interesting stories. HEAT! Much fruit. Some cracking biltong.

And now, back to it. A good night’s sleep last night, some catch-up at gym this morning – hard work after a week off – and while I did well over 10,000 steps each day, the opportunity and environment were wholly unsuitable for a run.

And today? Some decent coffee, maybe a beer or two, and the intention to watch a lot of football this afternoon.

Returned

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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.