DFR Travels: Last Day In Cape Town, Ever...

Wednesday, March 15, Daughter Jeanette's Birthday. Docked in Cape Town. 27 C. Windy.

We were off the ship after breakfast, spent a few minutes in the terminal to get a map so we knew where we were and wanted to go directly to, which we did. The last time we were here, several years ago, 'The Sheds' as we called them then, were rather unsophisticated. They certainly have improved from those days, the prices have also gone up but we figure things are still cheap here by other standards.

The sheds are a large long building full of individual stalls, each with a merchant or craftsman or woman, selling their own specialty product, some of which are absolutely stunning. Pricing is more than reasonable.

After too long supporting locals trying to make a living, we eventually needed a sit-down so we sat and had a cup of tea, served the way tea should be served, each with a pot in a cozy location. There, we watched the passing people [and body shapes] and took it all in. Price: US$1.00 each!

The day was perfect and not too hard on my feet, as it was yesterday. The magic Shuttle took us back to the ship for a late lunch, a nap and cleanup and get ready to head to Namibia some time late tonight, if the wind cooperates! After dinner there was a rather unnecessary display of South African Immigration power by having a face-to-face, passport in hand clearance before trooping back onto the ship and not being able to get off again. All passengers and crew stood in line like nice obedient children to get their passport looked over and stamped.

When I wrote, ‘Last day in Cape Town Foreverver’, I meant it. Fellette and I have agreed that to certain types of travel and certain places in the world, we no longer have the inclination to do some. Unfortunately, due to distance, Cape Town is one of those places, as lovely as it is to visit. We have other things in mind, sad to report'

A Fantastic Day…