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Quick trip

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A quick, functional trip down to Agulhas today. And the luxury of a morning departure to avoid the traffic. I had considered coming back today as well, such was the simplicity of the one task in hand. But after a surprisingly horrendous journey down: dark, miserable, zero visibility, and lashed with driving rain all the way from Grabouw to beyond Caledon – plus an apparently fatal accident on the R316 (not me) – I’m glad that I put measures in place to do an overnight stop. Not the greatest of drives to the Southern Tip.

Only one slight issue now I’m here: some really iffy cellphone signal. And I rely on that signal for my internet, so my plan of a few games of Geoguessr tonight seems rather optimistic.
Anyway, if you’re seeing this post, something has happened to get it uploaded. It might be that I have got lucky with the local cell tower (not like that), or it might be that I have gone somewhere to find some bars. Either way, thanks for reading.

With a bout of loadshedding coming up later this evening (that won’t help the mobile network), and the wind allegedly due to drop a bit, it looks like a quick solo braai will be the order of the day for dinner, and maybe an early night. I’m going to attempt a bit of a run tomorrow morning, and then it’ll be back on the road to Cape Town for an early afternoon appointment with United’s trip to Millwall.

So now, let’s hit the PUBLISH button and see what happens…

EDIT: Nothing. Nothing happened.

EDIT 2: I think I’ve found a place with some signal! Thank goodness it’s low tide. I draw the line at swimming to give you a blog post.

UK trip

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Great news. I was going to have a quick nap this afternoon, but instead, I started planning a UK trip later this month.

The not so good bit? It’s not my UK trip.

Mrs 6000 is heading overseas to Türkiye (yes, Türkiye) for work purposes and to get that close to Blighty from our little outpost down in the bottom corner of Africa and not get over there for a few days seemed genuinely silly.

But finding train tickets and planning family visits does at least mean I could stay awake and live vicariously through her, this afternoon.

And save the insane jealousy for when her flight takes off in a couple of weeks time.

Day 256 – I’m away

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256 = 2 to the power of 8.

Kwik maffs.

Anyway…

All being well, I will be staying somewhere nice and quiet today, a million miles from anywhere (although paradoxically, a bit less than 6000 miles from civilisation…). And so this is a pre-written post, penned from the dining room table in Cape Town on Friday evening.

If there is internet here (the place at which I’m staying, not the dining room table), it is very limited. And so there’s every chance that you won’t hear anything more from me until tomorrow.

I’m going to chill in the desert sun and watch the desert stars this evening.
It’s not a bad way to spend a Monday.

Maybe photos, maybe not. Maybe Die Mas Potkettlebrandewyn, maybe… actually, no: definitely Die Mas Potkettlebrandewyn.

Let’s chat again tomorrow.

Ready to go

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Today was the last free day we had before our trip away. There are a few more days before we go, but they’re not free. They have annoying stuff like lab work and spreadsheets lying in wait for me. And potentially a report waiting to leap out from behind a Tuesday afternoon and be dealt with.

So, obviously, we sorted everything out for our trip today.
It being our last free day.

No. No, we didn’t.

Instead of that, we sat outside in the sun with friends and discussed fracking, Theresa May and the ridiculous price of private education in South Africa. The conversation was lubricated by several (or more) bottles of wine, a couple of Bloody Noras* and (perhaps to a lesser degree) by some non-alcoholic gin and tonics. Mmm. I know.

For the record, I regret nothing – except maybe the G&T thing.

Anyway, consequently, there will be some panic this week. Hopefully not too much, but it would be foolish to not take the opportunity to worry a bit.

And I know all about not taking opportunities.

 

* A Bloody Nora is like a Bloody Mary,  but made with Henderson’s Relish.