Day 276 – On The Move

We’ve been told to keep ourselves to ourselves this Christmas, and we’re taking that advice seriously.

As I mentioned before, this is no normal Christmas at the end of a very abnormal year.
Hopefully, we will be well back on track by this time next year. Hopefully.

But it doesn’t really matter to us (or to Covid) where we keep ourselves to ourselves, and so we’re going to head down to Agulhas for a few days. None of the excitement of the Struisbaai New Year fireworks to look forward to, sadly, but still the beach and the braai and the sunshine. With the beach hours extended to 6am-7pm, maybe some early morning exercise by the sea as well. And that’s worth a lot.

I don’t expect that we will have any interaction with anyone other than the odd shopkeeper, much as we would here in Cape Town, and so I’m at peace with the fact that we’re leaving one home for another for a few days. We’re not putting anyone in any danger, and we’re keeping ourselves safe as well.

Check out my Instagram for regular* updates.

 

* T&Cs apply

Day 257, part 2 – A quick note

Hello again.
This morning, I was hiking in the fresh air amongst the incredible rock formations of the Cederberg:

This evening, I am doing parenting stuff in a warehouse in Claremont.

Swings, roundabouts.

We’re back in the land of the wifi though, at least, and so I was doing a quick catch up on the latest news from the Whatsapp groups when I saw this:

Cape Agulhas Municipal area has gone from 8 active Coronavirus cases to 107 in less than 3 weeks. By comparison, the top peak of our first wave was 43 cases mid July. The Coronavirus spreads through human contact. Therefore the spread & control is literally in our own hands!
Our health services & health personnel are under strain & the Festive Season hasn’t even begun yet. If our system is overwhelmed we, as healthcare workers, will be forced to turn away people who could ordinarily be saved. This is not a situation we ever want. We care deeply about our patients and community. We desperately need people to wear their face masks, observe social distancing & avoid unnecessary risks.
Keep yourself and your family safe. Help us to help those that need medical care.

That’s an increase of [counts on fingers] 1237.5%.

However could this have happened?

[roll eyes emoji]

As an aside: We were very glad to note the excellent precautions being followed at the place we were staying this weekend.

Day 113 – Go somewhere else

This is literally a blog post telling you to go somewhere else on the internet – and somewhere else in the world.

It’s ok: if you’re reading this, you’ve already done enough to be counted as one of the literally 10s of readers that visitĀ 6000 miles… each day.

Thanks for coming along. But I know that you really want to head off somewhere else now and there is not better way of doing that than having a look out of someone else’s window using WindowSwap*.

You can go to a park in Hamburg, overlook a highway in Bordeaux, see some guys waiting to cross a road in Mexico City or watch an urban farmer at work in Bangalore. And why?

Say the developers:

Let’s face it. We are all stuck indoors.
And it’s going to be a while till we travel again.
Window Swap is here to fill that deep void in our wanderlust hearts by allowing us to look through someone else’s window, somewhere in the world, for a while.
A place on the internet where all we travel hungry fools share our ‘window views’ to help each other feel a little bit better till we can (responsibly) explore our beautiful planet again.

I’ll be honest – it’s not quite the same as actually travelling the world, but it is a good deal cheaper and you’re actually able to do it right now.

I’m going to find time this weekend to record a bit of Cape Town and send it in. Maybe to go with my lockdown Flickr photo for a group with the same idea.

Right now though, a quick run around the block (to scout out possible views and angles).

 

 

* please type carefully – I found that “WidowSwap” offers an entirely different service. šŸ˜®

Travel

I see some travel in my near future. Business rather than pleasure, but hopefully it will be an informative, interesting, enjoyable and rewarding trip.
Did I say “fulfilling”?
No, I didn’t, but hopefully that too.

I get to go on a plane this time. Talk about hitting the big time.

I’m not sure about how much spare time (not much I suspect) and connectivity (anyone’s guess) I’ll have while I’m away, so there will be a few pre-written posts around next week. Hey – you might not even notice, and there’s the added bonus of the chance of more posts should there be the inclination (and the time and the connectivity) to do so.

As I say, this is all planned for a few days next week, so normal service will continue until at least then. And if all goes well, while I’m away, my instagram might be the place to go to share my journey.

I drive barefoot a lot of the time

It’s perfectly legal, but safety fun sponge organisation Arrive Alive (despite the fact that I’ve never ever actually done anything else) say I shouldn’t.

They use arguments such as:

Driving long distances can be very demanding on our feet and ankles. By wearing the right shoes and leaving the feet feel relaxed, we can enhance the control we have over the vehicle and react faster to changes in traffic or road conditions!

(Apologies for the dodgy English in there: their words, not mine.)
And:

Repeated use of the clutch could end up being painful, causing cramp or other spasms in the foot and reducing the ability of the driver towards effective control of the vehicle.

(I know, more problems with simple English.)
Oh, and (should the worst happen because of the reasons above):

In cases of traffic crashes with nothing to protect the feet, you may tread on broken glass and debris and sustain major injuries.

Right.

It’s all a bit pathetic. More on not overtaking on solid white lines, not driving drunk, not driving when tired, and not wandering along the hard shoulder in dark clothes on a dark night (it’s a real thing here), less on my selection (or not) of shoe, please.

If we were meant to wear shoes to do foot stuff in, why weren’t we born with shoes instead of bare feet? Why do gymnasts – for whom haptic contact with the floor or beam is essential forĀ proprioception – not wear shoes when gymnasticking? It’s not just humans, either: the Norsk Lundehund, bred for its ability to traverse thin, slippery cliff edges, above dizzying, terrifying drops into the freezing Atlantic Ocean doesn’t wear shoes. Mind you, nor does it drive, but we’ll leave that minor issue out of our argument here.

I’m not a gymnast or a puffin hound, but I do drive barefoot a lot of the time, and I plan to continue doing so.

Travel safely these holidays.