Author: Rudy

Tuesday morning we arrived in Amsterdam. Just about 12 hours sitting in an airplane seat without getting up even once! It’s raining in Amsterdam. We’re sitting in the departure lounge, waiting for our Delta flight to Minneapolis. We’ve spent our 10 Euro coupon on a muffin and coffee. Now we’ve logged onto the free airport wifi — and I check my email. Here’s one from my mom to her children:
Subject: Died
What? Should I be alarmed? The internet is a bit slow here, but it doesn’t take me long to read the content: "I just read on Steinbach news. Vic Peters died yesterday 60 years old, the curler?" And then she adds, "Who will be the next . .? Mom . Have a good evening ."

Whew! That’s a relief! Had me a little “up-jeraicht” there for a minute!  And then I had to laugh. Sitting there in the airport, getting a bit of a shock from my mother. And SHE is the one who always taught us to “never cry wolf”! There’s probably little point in wagering WHO will be the next because, as my sister Linda said in her reply, probably someone already was, but we don’t know him or her!

And with that our plane is boarding. Another 9 and a half hours sitting in an airplane seat. Even a guy with a great attitude can only take so much. This is not very much fun. I’m tired of turning up the volume on my earphones so I can watch the free movies. I’m tired of choosing chicken or beef every couple of hours. I’m tired of listening to that crying baby behind us. And that ‘live map’ showing the plane’s progress is boring.

We arrive in Minneapolis 15 minutes early. I guess that’s a blessing. We have to clear through customs and pick up our luggage, which means I need to drag that big golf bag around again. But that turns out to be a good thing! We decide to check with ‘Special Services’ to see if they can move us to an earlier flight home, so that we’ll arrive in Winnipeg at 7pm instead of 11:30pm. And the nice lady at the desk changes our tickets for no charge. And I check-in our luggage so that (hopefully) it will be at the airport the same time we arrive.

And so, instead of sitting at this airport for 4 or 5 hours we barely have time to take a short walk to get our legs moving. We send Alex a text and get one right back — says Max is excited to see us at the airport, too. Bonus!

The last leg of this odyssey is only an hour. The flight is not full. I see the gray grid of farmland below as we descend into Winnipeg. There’s spots where the fields are flooded. But at least most of the snow is gone — for now.

We land, deplane, wait for our luggage. The clubs are the first thing to arrive. Then the rest. A text from Alex — they are just arriving at the airport. We roll our bags out the exit and there they are, parked out front. Little Max is peering through the car window at us — a big smile on his face. Big hugs. And we’re off.

Max suggests we stop for an ice cream on the way home. He keeps looking over at me sitting beside him, a big smile, and then he can’t help but kick his legs a bit — he’s so excited! Tim pulls in at the McDonalds on Fermor. We get our ice cream.

Then we head for Steinbach and home. It’s 8:30. Sue is too tired to unpack and by 9:30 she’s in bed. I’m there a few minutes later — can’t keep my eyes open long enough to finish writing my last journal entry.

So that’s it! Again. I’m off this thing at least until the next journey. If you want to know what I had for breakfast you’ll have to ask me. Or better yet, ask Sue. She’d love to hear from you.

It’s our last day in Cape Town. Our flight leaves tonight at 10:30. It’s time to pack, to clean up the apartment and the car, to empty the fridge, carry out the garbage, and say goodbye.

Sue’s worked it out so that we’ve eaten almost all our groceries. Scrambled eggs for breakfast, a few crackers and some cheese (we’ll have that for happy hour with the remaining gin and tonic), and my little bag of biltong (I’ll take that with me on the plane for snacking.

After breakfast the clean up started in earnest. Out came the suitcases. As soon as the ‘white’ load of laundry was finished washing it was hung out on the rack on the balcony to dry. I packed the golf clubs and a few pairs of shoes into the big travel case. Then we headed down to the garage to clean and park the car. We washed it and backed it right tight against the back wall so there’d be room for a second car to park in front of it. I did my best to disconnect the battery and lock up the car the way it was when we first arrived — I’m not sure I got it back to the way it was though. The first time I disconnected the cable the remote door locks still worked! So I tried disconnecting a second cable that was still attached to the positive battery post — and then the car’s alarm went off. Full blast! Pretty loud down there in the garage! Okay, that can’t be right. So I reconnected the second cable, locked the car, and we put the big car cover over it. Done.

Back upstairs it was time to vacuum. The sheets were now dry so Sue could make the bed. I gathered up all my computer and TV cabling and paraphernalia and packed it away. We moved most of the furniture and kitchen things back to where they were when we got here. Showered. Now the towels could go into the washer.

I’d seen my buddy Mike down below and arranged that we would go out for lunch today. By 11:30 I was ready to eat something. I went downstairs and there on the sidewalk beside our building were Mike and another ‘car guard’ trying on and dividing up some used clothing they’d just received from a tenant in the building across the street. After 2 cool and rainy days, they both needed some ‘new’ clothes, and today was their lucky day! I went back upstairs and looked through the pile of now clean and folded clothes we were taking home — and dug out a few shirts and a red blanket we’d brought from home. The boys were happy to receive.

I took Mike to Rocomama’s, the hamburger place just down the street. He was extremely grateful. No one, not even his father or mother, had ever taken him out to a restaurant and bought him a meal. We ordered two big fancy burgers and a couple of small Castle lagers. And then Mike began to share a bit of his life’s story. What a sorry tale!

Born in South Africa, his mother soon took him back to her native Congo. He first met his father when he was 8 years old. That’s when his father showed up and took Mike back to Johannesburg, South Africa and ‘gave’ him to another family there. Many years later Mike learned that his mother had died shortly after he was taken away. He went to school but never really fit in with the new family. He showed me the scars on his hands, where, after getting caught stealing food, his new ‘mother’ dripped a burning plastic bag to teach him a lesson. He next moved in with his father, who now had a new wife. The father never said a kind word to Mike, and the step-mother was an alcoholic who conveniently blamed Mike for everything that was wrong in her life. So when items in the home ‘disappeared’, it was Mike who got the beatings. Finally, at the age of 12, Mike was kicked out of the house and began living on the street. His father told him that he never wanted to hear from him again. Mike eventually ended up in a “refugee camp” in Johannesburg. Nothing good came of that either — especially since Mike has no official documentation. In fact, according to Mike, the South Africans mistreated the refugees something terrible! He is an illegal, even though he was born in South Africa. He has no birth certificate. He can’t prove anything. He can’t afford a lawyer to help him either. He finally came to Cape Town early this year, hoping to find work, and he’s actually had a couple of jobs. But as soon as the South African workers find out he’s an illegal the union steps in and the company has to let him go. He’s taking away jobs from the South Africans.

So I asked Mike what he hoped for. Where would he be a month, a year, 10 years from now? He said he was determined to NOT be a beggar on the street — that as long as he was able he wanted to EARN his keep. And he believed in miracles. In fact, every morning when he opened his eyes he thanked God for that small miracle. Every day you can watch the news and hear about people who have died, who will not open their eyes again. So he was full of gratitude and full of hope. And what did he need most right now? He needed a roof over his head. He believes that if he could just scrape together one month’s rent he can manage to ‘earn’ enough parking cars to pay the next month’s rent — and that will give him security and the chance to put his resume together and hopefully land a job. Right now he needs to bring his backpack with him wherever he goes, even to a job interview, because he has no save place. And the security guard at the apartment across the street from ours has offered him a small 1-room ‘apartment’ for 400 Rand a month — that’s less then $40 Canadian.

I paid for the meal, asked the waiter to take a photo of the two of us, and we headed back. I gave Mike the 250 Rand I had in my wallet and told him we’d see him tonight when we go out for supper. He was overwhelmed.

Back in the apartment Sue was all finished packing. I carried another big garbage bag downstairs to the bins. The towels were nearly dry out on the balcony. The fridge was all cleaned out.

We had our last gin and tonic and some crackers and cheese and watched a bit of TV. We listened to the outdoor music concert that was happening all afternoon in the park across the road. The sun was shining and the temperature was 22 degrees. Not hot, but not cold either.

We went out for supper at around 6:30. We weren’t really hungry but figured we had to eat on our street one last time. Sue had a bowl of soup, I had calamari. On our way back to the apartment we stopped to say goodbye to Mike and to give him another 200 Rand. He was ecstatic.

Up in the room we did one last check and then hauled our bags, including a big heavy golf bag, down the stairs. I had to lock one set of keys into the mailbox which proved to be a bit tricky. Then I contacted Uber for a taxi which showed up at our door 3 minutes later. Mike was there to load our luggage into the Toyota. He says, “I miss you guys already.” And off we were.

We got to the airport plenty early, but Sue was determined to collect back our VAT tax and we’d read online that if we presented our receipts and showed what we’d bought to the desk at the airport we could get some credit. I was expecting the worst — a long line up and lots of hassles, but no, it really went very smoothly. There were several German tourists in the line ahead of us — they travel to South Africa more frequently and know their way around. In the end we got $31 US dollars credit on a credit card. I’m not sure it was worth the half hour we spent there, but Sue was pleased.

We boarded our plane at 10:30. It left at eleven. Right after take-off the KLM crew served us chicken wraps and quinoa. And by midnight we were snoozing peacefully on a completely packed Boeing 777 (in fact, they were looking for five volunteers to postpone their trip out of Cape Town by one day — but we declined: too many connections, too many obligations waiting at home, etc).

Sue and I sat inside all morning reading. Sue did a load of laundry and hung it out on our balcony for a while. It had rained all night and the air was still cold. Eventually she moved the rack inside and of course that’s when the sun came out. At a little after 12:00 it was time for us to head out to Mouille Point for our 12:30 lunch date. I wore jeans, socks, shoes, and a sweater! That’s a first since our arrival here in Cape Town.

We got a table for 6 in a nook surrounded by shelves of books at the Hussar Grille Restaurant. We were just seated when our guests arrived. Marina and her 8-year-old daughter Emma, Marina’s partner Lukas, and Emma’s friend Nina. Easter dinner, and also a farewell dinner with our old friend Marina. We had a great couple of hours. The Hussar Grille specializes in steak and ribs, so that’s what we had. The girls ate their calamari and then brought out sketching books and playing cards and kept themselves busy at the table while the adults visited. Marina is in the middle of a very busy month at work. Lukas’s leg, which had developed a serious achilles infection that kept him tied to an IV and more-or-less immobile for the past 3 months, was finally healing and he now wore a removable cast. He is off to Ghana in a couple of weeks to speak at an anti-torture prison reform symposium. When we finally got up from the table it was time to say goodbye. Marina has been more than hospitable  — she’s organized ‘reunions’ with our old ‘sailing team’, met us for breakfast, and had us over to her place for dinner twice. We’d love to return the favour someday and welcome her to our home — and we hope it won’t be another 14 years until we meet again.

Our walk back to our apartment through Green Point Park was interrupted by a FaceTime call from Alex and Max. Happy Easter at their house too. Max was quite excited about all the Easter treats he’d collected so far, and was still looking forward to one more Easter gathering later this afternoon. It will be good to see him in a couple of days.

Back at the house we watched a bit of TV and ate the last of our cheese and crackers for happy hour. At around 7 we went out again, this time back to the Big Route pizza joint just around the corner. I’d seen a poster advertising Sunday night live jazz there. We weren’t really hungry for pizza but once we sat down at the bar and heard the band playing we decided we might as well order something and enjoy the music. Good decision. The music was great, the place was packed, and the pizza we shared was pretty good!

We got back home at around 10 o’clock. We watched the CBC National and went to bed. Our last overnight in Cape Town.

Today was the big marathon run in Cape Town — 11,000 runners ran the 56km Ultra Marathon and another 16,000 ran the half marathon. What a day for it! We woke up and it was cool and wet outside — it had rained at night, and it would rain more later in the day.

We stayed inside for the day. Had two coffees each to go with our bacon and eggs. Sat on the couch and read and computed and played games and watched TV. Sue actually left the building at one point to go buy a bottle of wine, but I stayed in the apartment all day.

In the evening it started raining harder. Wind blowing. Not a lot of traffic outside our window. Sue and I sat and watched TV — lots of Bill Maher clips on YouTube. Ice cream and a chocolate bar for snack. To bed by 11:30.

Good Friday today. We’re not sure what’s open and what’s not — we know it’s a holiday. In fact, for the working people it’s been a very short week: Monday was Human Rights Day, today’s Good Friday, and Monday is Family Day, another national holiday.

It may be a holiday for most South Africans, but there was no ‘special’ breakfast at our place! Fruit and toast and coffee. We had a lazy morning, and then had an early lunch so we could get to Milnerton, an 11km drive up the coast from here, in time for our 12:45 tee time. Although the morning started off sunny and warm and calm, by noon it was clouding over. We’d heard that this “links-style” golf course right along the coast was not fun to golf when it was windy, so we’d booked our game for today with that in mind. Sue’s iPad said no rain today (it’s coming tomorrow, though) so we were a little concerned when we saw the clouds.

We parked our car and registered at the pro shop. We were half an hour early, so we decided to go putt a bit. Well, it wasn’t long and Sue was back in the pro shop trying to warm up her frozen fingers. The wind was howling! And the air was cool and getting colder. I wasn’t sure if it was a ocean mist or if it was actually starting to rain! And we’d left our (new) rain jackets back at the apartment.

We were scheduled to tee off as a ‘two-ball’, but were joined at the last minute by another ‘couple’. Gunnar, a 55-ish magazine publisher, and Rosita, a 65-ish English teacher, both from the island of Gotland in Sweden, were here for a 2-week holiday together with a group of about 18 fellow Swedes. They do this every year. We very much enjoyed meeting them and spending the next 5 hours on the golf course with them.

Not long after our first tee shot the wind and a thin rain started. This was NOT going to be fun. My tee shots, which have been getting progressively more erratic and unpredictable, continued to let me down. I lost a few balls right off the bat — over the sand dunes, into the scrub bushes that lined the fairways, into the water on either side of the fairways. If the Swedes hadn’t raced ahead in their golf cart and found my ball for me, I’d have been out of ammo by the fifth hole, heading back to our nice warm and dry apartment! But we persevered. And it was worth it.

Halfway through the front nine the clouds moved out to sea and the sun came out. (The course layout is a long narrow walk out to the ninth where there is a small cafe, and then comes back the same way to the clubhouse for the back nine.) Sue was playing very well, every tee shot straight down the middle. And Gunnar and Rosita were playing a friendly competition and were having a great time. By the time we were sitting down in the halfway cafe and watching Gunnar wash down a massive chicken burger and fries with two Black Label beers, we were SO glad we hadn’t aborted after 2 holes.

But we were not home yet! The back nine started off a bit cooler — maybe it was the rest stop or maybe it was the wind picking up or maybe it was the beers — but while the others had their scores go up a bit, MY game got back on track. While Gunnar lost 3 new ProV1s on one hole, I managed to play with the same ball until the final hole! By the time we were on the 15th hole the weather was changing again — now the fog was rolling in. It got progressively thicker with each hole — first we had trouble seeing the coastal highway which ran alongside the course, then the beautiful new homes that lined the some of the fairways disappeared, and then we couldn’t see the flag on the green until we were less than a fifty yards out. By the last two holes the Swedes would drive their cart out onto the fairway, to the green and back, before we teed off, just so we’d know what direction to hit the ball (and where the hazards were). It was crazy! and it was fun. By now the Swede’s competition was getting serious — Gunnar was playing for beers, Rosie for champagne, and they were tied going into the last green. Rosita was the last one to putt; we all circled around the hole (by now the fog was so thick we could barely see across the green) and watched as she THREE-putted from 10-feet out, and lost to Gunnar. He was relieved and happy. They hugged. Sue thinks they had more than just a friendly side bet going. We said goodbye.

As soon as we were back on the road the fog was a non-issue. The road was just inland enough, I guess. We stopped at our local Metropolitan golf course and I dropped off my pull cart (I bought it used from Basil, one of the caddies there, and now he could sell it to someone else). We parked the car and hauled our clubs up to the apartment — that’ll be it for our golfing here. We FaceTimed with the kids — they have a string of family gatherings spoiling their long weekend but seemed happy to be back in their house; Alex looking forward to a week off ahead, Tim busy building Lego cars with Max, and Max proudly showing off the ‘Paw Patrol’ tattoo he got from ‘Auntie Melissa’.

I went to Big Route to pick up a pizza (it’s Friday, afterall). On my return I met Mike — he was having another ‘slow night’ parking cars (not much action out here on this Good Friday night) and was worried about a cold (and wet) night ahead. I gave him the change from the pizza, to which he said, “I have never experienced a father’s love, but YOU are so good to me, you always take care of me.” I’m hoping to go out for coffee with him before we leave here — and hear some of his story.

After supper we watched some TV. By now that is the cue for me to get comfortable on the couch, close my eyes just for a minute, and unwind from a long hard day. It seems to me that at some point during the evening I had a bowl of ice cream for a night snack. It’s a good thing that Peter Mansbridge always starts off The National by listing the top 3 or 4 news stories so I at least FEEL like I know what’s going on in the world. I feel sorry for all those people who lie in bed and can’t fall asleep — GET A TV IN THE BEDROOM!

It was windy when we woke up. The forecast for today was about 26 degrees and very windy. The forecast was right. We went for a walk late in the morning — the usual walk along the promenade — but there were times when the wind literally stopped us in our tracks!

Sue stopped at the Spar (grocery store) on the way back and picked up lunch fixings. After lunch I worked on Sue’s bookclub website — it stopped working about a month ago because it was running on an old version of PHP. It took me a couple of hours to update the code. Sue read her Canada Reads book, The Illegal. The kids Facetimed for a bit. We decided to watch another of my downloaded TV series and watched 3 episodes before supper and another in the evening.

We went to the ‘Simply Asia’ place a couple of blocks from our place and both ordered Thai dishes “extra spicy”. That was fun. When we got home we tried watching the last Canada Reads episode (streaming on CBC.ca) but our internet was flaky again and the show ‘stuttered’ so bad we finally gave up on that and just read the results online. Sue played bridge on her iPad while I fiddled with a website project for a bit before going to bed at around midnight.

After a bit of a lazy morning, the highlight of which was scrambled eggs for breakfast (What? But it’s not Saturday! This IS a good day!), we decided to have an early lunch (we’d had a VERY early morning — all that talk about how we were tired of having to get up so early to go golfing? well, “early to bed, early to rise” proved to be true this morning at 4:45am!) and take a drive out to Kirstenbosch National Botanical Gardens, a UNESCO World Heritage Site located at the eastern foot of Table Mountain. (Whew! I bet you thought that sentence would never end.) We got there just before 2pm, which turned out to be just in time to join a free walking tour, led by a volunteer septuagenarian botanist who shared his love and enthusiasm for everything about the garden for the next 3 hours!

I am not a “plant” guy, but there is something about listening to someone who is PASSIONATE about his or her field of interest, no matter how narrow that field might be (and there was NOTHING narrow about the fields at Kirstenbosch! the gardens take up 52,800-sq-kms!) that is contagious. And so we spent the afternoon with a group of 15, following old Mr Finkelstein around the park. I’ll leave the particulars of the various latin names and special attributes of the genus and species and pollinators and reproductive parts and sex habits (seriously!) concerning plants to Wikipedia. Suffice it to say the flowers were interesting and beautiful. Although the garden is huge, and the South African winters are mild and rainy so there is always SOMETHING in bloom, old Mr Finkelstein could walk up to a patch of brown and dying ‘schtruk‘ and turn around and wave his arms and excitedly describe in great detail and delight, in the most eloquent and rich vocabulary, how ‘absolutely STUNNING’ this patch looked about two months ago when it was FILLED with tiny flowers of every shade and hue. And then we’d march off to the next patch and I’d think to myself now he’ll tell us something about that big bushy orange plant with the interesting leaves, but no, he stops and bends down and points to a tiny little ‘weed’ that has a one-centimetre white 5-petalled flower peeking out from one of its branches and old Mr Finkelstein nearly has an orgasm! Yeah, okay, that’s special.

And lest I make this sound like it was NOT fun, I KNOW that if Sue and I had visited the gardens without a guide we’d have done it the “American” way (Finkelstein’s words) and marched once around, snapped a photo of those extremely rare and endangered cycads, two photos of those tin dinosaur statues (which Mr Finkelstein detested — what have THEY got to do with botany?), and been back at the souvenir and snack shop in 20 minutes, ready to get back on the bus and head to the next tourist stop — now THAT’S how we usually visit places like this. But that old saying, “You’ve got to stop and smell the roses…” applied to our walking tour with Mr Finkelstein, who invited us to rub a leaf and smell the mint, snap a twig and smell the camphor, sniff these flowers and smell the lemon, etc. Okay, I think you get the picture. Chasing my lawnmower around the backyard will never be the same again!

We drove back home. Sue made supper. We caught up on the news. Sue watched the latest episode of “Canada Reads” on CBC. Ice cream and a small glass of port for ‘night snack’. Went to bed a little after ten.

And so begins our last week in Cape Town. Even before our 6 o’clock alarm was set to go off, Sue was in the kitchen cutting up a mango. It was still dark outside! What are we doing getting up before the sun? This is so ‘not right’!

We are going golfing. Again. Much to Sue’s chagrin. I’d booked this over a week ago and that’s the first mistake right there — ‘I’ booked it. Better to make decisions TOGETHER (i.e. let Sue make them!) than to go down the wrong road like this. Sue was not happy even before we left home.

First of all, we had no cash. And we had no data on our phone. I corrected the cash problem first by making a pitstop at the Woolworths ATM before heading out to the Rondebosch Golf Club. And low and behold, my phone’s google maps GPS brought us safely to the golf course, even without data!

Our old friend Fritz (the 70-year-old German guy, whose girlfriend Susanne has gone back to Germany for a couple of weeks) was waiting for us at the clubhouse. We checked in and paid in the pro shop and then headed for the tee boxes at the eleventh hole. That’s how they do it here — the first hole was all booked so we started at hole 11 and finished the back nine before having our ‘coffee break’ and continuing with the front 10 holes.

I was shooting great at the start but then things fell apart. It got so bad I shot ‘double-digits’ on our 4th hole (yes, I said double digits — not double bogey, not double par, double DIGITS!). Still, I was optimistic that things would turn around on the next hole. Sue, on the other hand, was playing great golf, in spite of the fact that her one un-gloved hand was getting frozen.

Table mountain looked glorious with the morning sun illuminating it. We could see the congestion of cars on the freeway just beyond the trees that lined our fairways — hey, it could be worse — some people have to go to work today!

And after a few really bad holes my game got back on track (sort of). It seems that once I make a bad shot I am determined to get that yardage back on the next shot — and the harder I flail, the more likely I am to repeat my mistake. I KNOW that’s not good golf, but I guess I am a slow learner. Still, I was enjoying my day.

We finished our game at around 11:30, said ‘Auf Wiedersehen’ to Fritz, and wished him well. He is staying here for most of the ‘winter’, golfing three times a week, and looking forward to his ‘caddy’ Susanne coming back to join him in a couple of weeks.

The data-less phone failed us on the drive back to our apartment. But by now I really didn’t need the GPS to find my way. And thanks to Sue, who has nearly pushed through the floorboards of our Volvo whenever she notices a car ahead of us, and who has kept us accident-free by gripping her armrest and shouting at me when she thinks I don’t see what she sees, we made it home in no time at all and without incident. Sue headed upstairs to make sandwiches while I went to the corner pharmacy to buy more data for my phone.

After lunch I continued working on my computer (and watching the Apple Event on TV, now that our internet was working — well, not so well that I could stream it without long rotating ‘beachball’ pauses, but I could get the drift of it. And Sue updated our home budget accounts in her little notebook. And that’s how we spent the afternoon!

At around suppertime we Skyped my parents — all is well, snow has nearly melted, temperatures could warm up a bit. And not soon after, at around 7:30, we went out for supper. We went to one of Sue’s favorites, Manos, and it did not disappoint.We shared an excellent grilled calamari dish for an appetizer. Sue had pasta and liver (so good she ate half of it and boxed up the rest for tomorrow’s lunch) and I had a breaded chicken with salad dish (I ate half the chicken and gave the rest to Mike, the parking attendant down on our street). A guy at the next table bought us each a couple of shooters to celebrate various events — possibly the birthday of the lady sitting at another nearby table (friendly South Africans!) And the best part of dinner was watching our waitress, Fran, literally ‘skipping’ from table to table to kitchen and back, working feverishly to keep the full restaurant (and those waiting to get a table) entertained and happy. As Sue likes to say (and said again tonight), it would be her dream job to work in a restaurant like this.

When we got home we started up our devices and checked various insignificant things: Facebook and Twitter and emails and news feeds etc. We were both tired from quite a few early mornings in a row — tomorrow we’ll sleep in for the first time in over a week — and went to bed before eleven.

Today is a national holiday in South Africa. My alarm went off at 4:00am. Jessica was already up — at least we know the alarm in her new phone works! When I got up she’d already packed and checked her Uber app to make sure there were cabs in the area at this time of the morning — there were. So she ordered one and 5 minutes later it was at our door. We loaded her suitcase in the trunk and said goodbye. And she was gone. She messaged me about half an hour later — she was safely at the airport, and the cab fare was less than 100 Rand so it was a free ride for her! Great. I went back to bed.

At 6:30 Sue woke me up again. Time to get ready for our morning golf game. I made coffee, Sue cut up a mango. We were at the Metropolitan course for our LAST game there for this trip! We were paired up with Bennie and his son-in-law Lawrence, both from Bloemfontein, a city between here and Johannesburg. Lawrence is here to run his fifth ultra-marathon (56km around the Cape Peninsula, including some SERIOUS hills) this weekend, along with 11,000 other ultra-marathoners!

We had a great round of golf, not because our scores were so good (although they were better than they’d been for a few rounds here), but because the company was. We stopped at the clubhouse after the first 9 holes and enjoyed a quick bacon and egg breakfast before finishing the back nine. We’ve learned that a quick stop at the cafe after the first nine holes is customary here in South Africa.

We stopped to fill up gas on our way back home. Then Sue made sandwiches and did two loads of laundry. She even had a little nap this afternoon while I worked on a website. By early afternoon we’d heard from Jessica: she is safely back in Lilongwe, Malawi.

By suppertime it was getting a bit cooler and windier outside. That too is something we’re noticing – other years, when we were in the southern states, the temperatures got warmer as our time to go home got closer. Here it is now autumn and the temperatures are starting to fall a bit. Sue didn’t really want to go out for supper so I went down to the Rocomama hamburger joint to pick up a couple of burgers. On the way home I met Mike down on our street – he too has had a turn of bad luck; his backpack and all his clothes were stolen and because today is a holiday there weren’t a lot of cars parking on our street, so not too many ‘tips’ for him today. I gave him 50 Rand and wished him well. He was very grateful.

We ate supper and then set up the TV so we could watch another of my downloaded movies. Our internet stopped working just before supper and I really wanted to watch the ‘live’ Apple event at 7pm. Luckily my phone still had data so I could watch it – well, for about 10 minutes it did, and then it too was done when I’d used up the remaining data time! Now what? We decided to watch ‘Meru’, a documentary about mountain climbers trying to climb one of the toughest peaks in the world (Meru is a ‘shark fin’ mountain in India). I believe it was a good movie – at least that’s what Sue said when I woke up from a little nap of my own!

It was ten o’clock. We had some dried fruit and chocolate and decided to call it a night.