Well, we’re back in sunny Joburg having survived the stormy seas of Cape Town. Unfortunately, the Capetonian spring comes a month later than the rest of the country, so while I’m typing this now in a t-shirt and shorts, it was mostly sweater weather down south. And while it rains all winter long there, we are still yet to experience any rain at all in over three months. The monsoons will be arriving shortly, I’ve been told.
Marnie is particularly glad to be back, her chilly bones finally returning to standard operating temperature just this morning. With Eid this week marking the end of Ramadan, the Somalis should return to their normal schedule, and she can finally get some work done. She never can win with the Somalis on food though—they normally ask her to partake in heaping platefuls of greasy spaghetti and rice, but during Ramadan they ask her why she isn’t fasting.
Having left you lovely folks with a picture of a feathered friend, I thought I’d mark our return with this little guy we spotted in Simon’s Town at our hotel. This particular Whydah was a feisty bugger, chasing off doves three times its size and attacking its reflection in the kitchen windows as we ate our breakfast. As you can imagine, the long tail makes for quite the dramatic effect in flight.
The full story of our trip will be coming along shortly. Till then, I’m off to the pool to drink some daiquiris. Not really. Maybe a beer. Or five.
Marnie is particularly glad to be back, her chilly bones finally returning to standard operating temperature just this morning. With Eid this week marking the end of Ramadan, the Somalis should return to their normal schedule, and she can finally get some work done. She never can win with the Somalis on food though—they normally ask her to partake in heaping platefuls of greasy spaghetti and rice, but during Ramadan they ask her why she isn’t fasting.
Having left you lovely folks with a picture of a feathered friend, I thought I’d mark our return with this little guy we spotted in Simon’s Town at our hotel. This particular Whydah was a feisty bugger, chasing off doves three times its size and attacking its reflection in the kitchen windows as we ate our breakfast. As you can imagine, the long tail makes for quite the dramatic effect in flight.
The full story of our trip will be coming along shortly. Till then, I’m off to the pool to drink some daiquiris. Not really. Maybe a beer. Or five.
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