It's almost time to begin our adventure

A little cabin fever coupled with boredom gave birth to the idea that we needed an outing to one of Cape Town’s hotspots where we could “practice” being a tourist. The idea was to dress like a tourist, act like a tourist and take hundreds of photo’s…like a tourist. (The first requirement of being a tourist was ignored since neither of us look good in Khaki). Our journey began in Smurfette, my trusty blue and white golf who has possibly seen better days but still keeps up a brave face. I wish I could tell you that we drove off into the sunset where we encountered wild and fantastic adventures that are worth documenting on this blog. Instead, the only really exciting thing to happen was for Katie and I to find ourselves on the middle of a bridge that was about to be swung to the side so that a rather large yacht could enter the docks. Needless to say we ran (as best we could in heels) the length of the bridge as we watched with horror as the gates closed in on us. Our audience on the other side was in hysterics as they watched us exit. Turning we realised why…there was in fact no need to rush, proved by the people walking sedately behind us.

On another note, if you ever need to boost your self esteem, take a walk past all the high class restaurants at the V & A Waterfront where the waiters try and entice you in with compliments of how beautiful you look.