Tuesday, 24 January 2017

Never Too Old For A History Lesson!

Some people say that due to my age, I can be considered a historical monument!  I think that rather cruel, particularly as historical monuments are more often than not, interesting and educational and certainly worthy of a visit.  One of these is the Huguenot Memorial Museum in Franschhoek but more of that in just a minute.
Firstly, I wanted to say a massive thank you to everyone who supported the efforts of a BA crew and a few hangers on (very appropriate terminology!) like Sarah and me, who last week abseiled off Table Mountain in support of the Dreamflight charity.  As of today, 24th January, the amazing total of £11,915 (+£2,000 Gift Aid) has been raised which is far, far in excess of the original target.  So thank you, thank you, thank you from everybody involved for your support.
Now back to the Huguenot Museum and Memorial which is a place we have passed on many occasions over the previous 7 years but never ventured through the doors!  Very similar to the Motor Museum if you read one of my earlier posts but like that visit, this new one could also be attributed to Sarah's thirst for knowledge.
It is extremely interesting to understand the formation of the Huguenots back in Europe , a movement that began to take shape after the publication of material by Martin Luther in October 1517, criticising the corruption in the Roman Catholic church which at that time was the only official Christian church in Europe.  As a result of his exposé, he attracted a huge number of supporters throughout Europe who became known as Protestants!  
Luther received support from John Calvin, a French Protestant and it was this support together with input from the Netherlands and Scotland that led to the group becoming known as Huguenots.  It was a recipe for disaster which led to incredible persecution over a period of time and ultimately to many fleeing the shores of Europe for America and the Cape.
The majority who fled to Africa actually made their home in Franschhoek - translated means French Corner - where the community grew and flourished although it did become more of a Dutch community over the years, possibly due to the strong trading ties developed by the Dutch East India Company.
It is a fascinating story and the museum is well worth a visit as is the impressive monument which is positioned at the head of the main street in the town.  Don't ignore it if you are ever in this part of the world.
This is now our seventh consecutive year visiting South Africa and having written a Blog on at least two previous occasions, it does become a little difficult to write about something new!  That said, my love of and enthusiasm for the Western Cape does appear to have become somewhat infectious as more and more people appear to be taking my advice and coming down here to have a look for themselves.  It creates great opportunities for social get togethers and I am happy to report that nobody as yet appears to be disappointed with what they are finding and experiencing.  I hope that continues!
Enough from me for today.  Get to the library and see what books they have on the Huguenot movement.  On the other hand of course, you might prefer the latest Jack Reacher!!
Happy days and remember to click on the photos to enlarge and view.

 Huguenot Memorial Museum

 Another View

 Huguenot Memorial Statue

 A Close Up

 Lunch With Friends Barry & Claire

Breakfast With The Cumbrian Mafia!





Wednesday, 18 January 2017

We Did It!

I am happy to report that after a week building up the nerve to abseil off Table Mountain in support of Dreamflight, the day arrived today and both Sarah and I, together with the whole of BA2065, can happily reflect on the fact that all of us, despite abject terror for some, succeeded in meeting the challenge and in the process, raising a huge amount of money for an amazing cause.

It was a fantastic day today with clear blue skies and very warm sunshine, perfect for what lay ahead, particularly bearing in mind that the last few days had seen very high winds and the Table Mountain cable car unable to operate.  The Gods must have been smiling down although I am sure that some of the participants might have been wishing that the Gods hadn't been so benevolent!

Today allowed no excuses and at midday we met up to read the insurance disclaimer and sign our names on the dotted line agreeing that there was to be no blame for our death/deaths!  In fairness, at 63, I am a total fatalist and well on the slippery road to the pearly gates.  A little help along the way wasn't actually what I was seeking but if it happened then it was going to be one helluva way to go! Slightly different for participants who were half my age, some with families!  Anyway, we were pretty reassured to find that in 20 years of operation, Abseil Africa had never lost a client and in fact, their professionalism was clear to see and very reassuring from the moment we met the team.

Terror genuinely did prevail for some and if the film of Sarah roping up and taking those first steps backwards towards the 400' drop ever becomes available then you will understand what I am talking about.  She won't mind me reporting that not only was she shaking with fear, she was also crying and yet despite what I was witnessing, I knew damn well that she wasn't going to say, "I can't do it!"  As her dad, it was hard to witness the fear as she disappeared over the side  and I watched the rope slowly unwind as she abseiled down the cliff face.  It was such a relief to hear her voice on the radio and the elation at having achieved something both challenging and rewarding.

And then it was my turn but the strange thing was that although I was a touch nervous when we were being given the briefing about what we were to do, by the time I was roped up and ready to go, the nerves had completely evaporated and I was so able to enjoy the experience although I am told it was much shorter for me because I came down the line quicker than a rat up a drainpipe!!  Perhaps sub-consciously, I just wanted to get it over quickly.

It was a genuinely incredible experience and feeling to reach the bottom of the rope and a great sense of camaraderie came out of the occasion.  The smiles were as broad as you could ever witness but the true satisfaction came from the knowledge of how much money was being raised for a very special cause.  That cause was brought very starkly into focus when we were having a drink later to celebrate our safe return to the summit of Table Mountain.  Adrian, BA Wordwide Crew, had accompanied one of the Dreamflight trips to Florida as a volunteer and very sadly reported that one of his young charges on that particular trip had died just two days previously!  It made us all fully understand just why we had done what we did today.

To all of you who have very generously sponsored our efforts, thank you not only from Sarah and me but also everyone involved in the Dreamflight charity and particularly the children who get that very special trip to Florida.

It isn't too late to make a donation and you can do this by clicking on the link below.


Please also take time out to look at my previous post which included two links which give you a real feel to the impact of Dreamflight.

Thank you for reading and thank you again for supporting our efforts today.


 Changing Lives

A Very Professional Operation

 Apprehension Building

 Sarah Backing Towards The Edge!

The Calm Before The Storm

Getting Ready To Go!

 Crying But No Going Back!

 Look Ma No Hands!

 Off And Running With Sully My Partner

 Running Down Table Mountain!

Jane & Adrian - The Last Ones Down

We Did It

Just A Few Of The Mad People!

A Relieved Linda Has Sarah Back Safely


Sunday, 15 January 2017

T Minus 3

News is fairly slow here in South Africa, as is the pace of life.  Actually it's pretty damned enjoyable particularly when one sunny day fades into another sunny day.  For me, there is little doubt that waking up to sunshine every day and the warmth that goes with it is a health giving recipe.

I am a morning person back in the UK and without fail, when I wake up, I am always happy and smiley.  I think it's because of my ever increasing years.  Quite frankly I am just grateful to find I am still breathing and therefore having the prospect of at least one more day ahead of me that I can enjoy with the person and the people that I love more than anything else in the world - family.  I'm a very lucky and blessed person.

The problem however here in the Southern Hemisphere is that with the added ingredient of sunshine and warmth everyday, my happiness very early in the morning is doubled, nay even trebled and I can quite frankly, be unbearable.  I must be pretty gruesome for people to live with, particularly when they come to life at the end of the day, a point at which I have turned into Victor Meldrew!
Apologies to my American family who probably haven't got a clue who Victor Meldrew is!  I am happy to report that despite my malaise, we all remain on speaking terms and every day passes with lots of fun and laughter.

Talking of fun and laughter, I am hoping that is what Sarah and I have to look forward to when we join the British Airways crew abseiling off Table Mountain on Wednesday morning in support of Dreamflight.  I hope anybody reading this will take the time to have a look at the following two links to see exactly what this charity is about and what it means to the children who are able to visit Disney.  Watch them and you will clearly understand why Sarah is prepared to overcome her fears in order to raise funds for this amazing charity.




Huge thanks are due to those who have already sponsored our efforts and if you feel that you would like to support our fund raising on Wednesday, then you will find full details of what we are up to and how to donate by clicking the link below.  The next thing you hear about this on my Blog will be on Wednesday evening when hopefully, I will be reporting on a very successful event and the safe return to terra firma, not only of me and Sarah but the whole of the British Airways crew of flight BA2065 who came up with this mad but wonderful idea.  Oh and our personal photographer, Linda, will be there with us taking loads of photos to remind us exactly of what we got upto and these will be posted alongside the Wednesday dispatch.



I have got lots of other things to talk about, as well as jumping off mountains for charity and one of these is the Franschhoek Motor Museum, a total gem tucked away in the estate of a certain Johann Rupert.

We have now visited Franschhoek for seven consecutive years, each time passing the sign for this museum and basically ignoring it, assuming that it would be a very small, unimpressive affair comprising half a dozen vehicles including an Austin Allegro and a Ford Anglia!  Wrong, wrong and wrong yet again!!  How could we have been so stupid??  This place contains possibly the greatest collection of cars in the world and the word stunning would at best, be a massive understatement.

I mentioned Johann Rupert above and perhaps if we had known a little more about this gentleman then we might have been a touch less dismissive of this museum.  To put not too finer point on it, Mr Rupert is slightly wealthy.  Actually, he is rather more than that because he has wealth beyond anyone's imagination, not only being South Africa's wealthiest individual but one of the world's richest men to boot.  He can afford anything he desires and clearly, one thing that he has desired over the years have been classic cars.  It must be a heart breaker for other collectors at specialist auctions to find they are bidding against Mr Rupert.  They are guaranteed to lose!

His collection comprised 320 vehicles at the last count and yet only 80 at any one time are displayed in the museum.  The majority are in running order and they are rotated on a regular basis.  We were left open mouthed at the display and the history that accompanied every vehicle and were privileged to get into conversation with a young man called Cheslynne Ruiters, an assistant in the museum, who ended up giving us our very own private tour which included very close up access to priceless motor vehicles much to the annoyance of other visitors who wanted to enjoy what we had!  Cheslynne's knowledge of every vehicle was encyclopedic and added massively to our enjoyment.

I have added quite a few photos below which don't do justice to this museum.  I can only end this post by saying to any readers who might be visiting Franschhoek, don't make the mistake that we made and drive blithely by the Motor Museum sign.  Take the turning and enjoy a truly fantastic couple of hours.

My next post will be on Wednesday with a report and photos of our exploits on Table Mountain.

Franschhoek Motor Museum

It's Still a Runner!

Another Vintage Model

Just One Of The Four Displays

Running Out Of Superlatives

A Car Years Ahead Of Its Time

!950s Gull Wing Mercedes

Aston Martin DB4

A Fraction Of Mr Rupert's Ferraris!

With Cheslynne Our Private Guide



Wednesday, 11 January 2017

It's All For a Great Cause

I am sending this Blog post to as many people as I possibly can because I am hoping that recipients might feel able to support something that Sarah and I are doing on January 18th in support of an incredible charity involving children far less lucky than most of us.  The charity is Dreamflight and you can read about it at dreamflight.org.  If you feel that you can, please circulate details to as many people as possible because the intention is to raise as much money as possible to cover the costs of sending some of these kids for the experience of a lifetime at Disney in Florida.

Talking of experiences of a lifetime, please have a look at the following photos (click on them to enlarge) and then read on.

Oh My God!  What Have We Done?

Not So Terrifying From Ground Level!

This Will Be Us Next Week!

Yes, we are jumping off Table Mountain next week attached to a piece of rope and I am the one to blame!  Why?  Well I suppose it's because of Sarah's occupation with British Airways and the fact that I read about the planned antics of the crew of BA2065 who as a whole, had agreed to abseil from Table Mountain while operating out to Cape Town next week.

Being already on holiday in Cape Town, I asked Sarah if this amazing crew might consider an outsider joining them in this adventure for such a great cause?  I asked her some time ago but had forgotten all about it until she herself arrived in South Africa at weekend to advise that we would both be welcomed by the crew to participate!  Yeeeehh!  But then I thought, we??  I have absolutely no fear of heights and certainly no fear of death!  Sarah on the other hand is terrified of heights and is unable even to climb a step ladder so this commitment from her to do something that will be totally terrifying is astonishing and is an act worthy of support.

The BA crew have set up a page on Just Giving which can be found by clicking on the following image:


Any donation would be very gratefully received and if you can, please leave a comment in support of the terrified one!  Me, I am just an old aged thrillseeker who wants to support a truly worthy charity.
Thank you so much in anticipation and please, please, please pass this link onto other people if you feel they might be interested.

Will We Be Smiling With The Rope Attached??

Tuesday, 10 January 2017

Familiarity Breeds Contempt? Nah...!

Familiarity breeds contempt is a very strange proverb because if it was true, then we would be incredibly contemptuous of everything we love in this part of the world including Jack's Cafe in Betty's Bay which received an annual visit from us today.  More of that in a minute though because the first thing I need to do is update on the fire situation in Somerset West.
Yesterday, Monday, it appeared that the worst of it was over despite the fact that a small fire was still clearly visible towards the very top of one of the Hottentots Holland mountains..  The strong winds that had fanned the initial outbreak were still very evident for most of yesterday and in fact were preventing the helicopters from flying.  Unfortunately, over Monday night, things must have taken a turn for the worse because when I pulled back the blinds this morning, I was once more met by a vision of Armageddon! Black, hanging skies with a blood red fireball trying to penetrate the gloom.  It was a spectacular sight but not one that I expected to see again this holiday!  Hopefully, the photos below might provide a graphic illustration of just what it was like.  The fires are a big story on national tv here as millions of Rands of damage continue to be wreaked on the region.
The fires haven't stopped us getting out and about however and today was a prime example as we ventured along one of the most incredibly scenic drives in the whole world.  This isn't my opinion, although I can only agree, but if you Google "most scenic drives in the world", the stretch of road between Gordon's Bay and Betty's Bay is always featured.  It is quite simply, breathtaking and today wasn't spoilt by the fire smoke because it was heading in the opposite direction.
Betty's Bay provides the "pot of gold" at the end of the rainbow because there sits Jack's Cafe, a place we discovered long ago where a lovely warm reception from the owner, Laura, is always guaranteed and this welcome is supported by a great location, lovely coffee and what can only be described as some of the best fruit cake in the world.  It's a bold statement but the combination is a heady one and is the reason that Cafe Jack's is a place that we visit regularly while in the Western Cape.
As well as dramatic scenery, Betty's Bay is also a great place to see penguins...hundreds of them!  The more popular and certainly the most famous location for penguin spotting down here is Boulders Beach just outside Simon's Town but if anybody is sufficiently naive to think of taking my advice, then head for Betty's Bay instead.  It's quieter, it's cheaper and it's just an all round better experience and after you have viewed them, call at Cafe Jack's, order the coffee and fruit cake and tell Laura that
Alistair sent you!
By the time we returned to Somerset West this afternoon, the skies had improved dramatically and in fact, the day has been the warmest we have experienced since our arrival.  As I write this brief update, all the windows are open, a fan is trying to move cooler air around the lounge and the air conditioning units have been switched on in the bedrooms in order that we might get to sleep.  We aren't complaining though.
The only other thing to report which some of you might be impressed by is that I have joined the local Virgin Activ gym for a month and have been dragged screaming both yesterday and today at 7am in the morning to work out.  Who has dragged me?  Daughter Sarah.  The funny thing is that I have really enjoyed the couple of hours exercise, working up an appetite for breakfast and getting those dormant endorphins coursing through this tired old body.  I even discovered this morning that I can still run!  Kill or cure?  I'm hoping for the latter and that it might help me to return home in March carrying considerably less fat than I brought home last year!
Enough for now other than tomorrow night, I will reveal details of the "teaser" that I referred to in my opening post.  Whatever you do, please don't desert me now!

                                          Dramatic Scene This Morning
                                          The Sun Trying To Pierce The Clouds

                                          Betty's Bay

                                          Waiting For Coffee & Cake At Jack's

                                          It's Arrived!

                                          Spot The Penguin!

                                                         Gym Bunnies

Sunday, 8 January 2017

Food, Friends and Family

When you have been to South Africa as many times as Linda and I and stayed in the same locality, it does become a touch difficult to write with any originality because we have become creatures of habit when the cases are unpacked and the first beer or bottle of sav blanc has been uncorked...or in the case of this wine region, unscrewed!  Boy is it easier to unscrew a cap rather than have the rigmarole of a corkscrew.  I have become a self abuser with corkscrews, having an inate ability to draw blood from some part of my anatomy whenever I have one in my hands!  Sorry, what was I talking about?
Oh yes, being boring, unadventerous and as I reflected earlier, creatures of habit.
In reality, nobody who knows me could possibly class me as boring...could they?  Unfortunately, if our activity had been tracked by GPS over the past three years, immediately after arriving at Cape Town Airport, the routes, the timings and the places visited would be scarily identical!
First port of call has to be the wine farm at Vergelegen for a breakfast in the outdoors - I have already written about this place in an earlier post.  Second place visited is PnP which stands for Pick n Pay, a major supermarket chain here in South Africa which if compared to a UK equivalent would be somewhere South of Morrisons but a little North of Aldi which disturbs me a tad because we now do lots of shopping at Aldi!  Shopping at Aldi is an adventure, firstly to try and understand their sell by dates is like trying to crack the Enigma Code and secondly to try and pack your shopping bags quicker than the assistant can scan your goods!  A year into shopping there and I am still coming a very distant second!
You don't have that problem at Pick n Pay because this is Africa and things don't happen with any haste and anyway, another assistant packs your bags for you.  It's brilliant.   It doesn't stop there either  because as soon as you exit the supermarket, a parking assistant arm wrestles your trolley from you, pushes it to your car and then loads the shopping into the boot.  How cool is that and I am sure that if you asked them, they would drive you home as well. It's difficult to restrict your tip to R5 (that's less than 25p!) which is the advice given because these guys are ever smiling, ever helpful and an example to others.  Perhaps in a later dispatch, I will write about the glaring inequalities of this society.  It will be a very lengthy post!
Friends?  Well we are lucky to be enjoying the company of some of our oldest friends, Ann and Paul, for the next six weeks but yesterday, we met up with some other friends, Kate and Ian Stafford who are visiting the Western Cape for the first time.  Needless to say, after only three days, they have fallen in love with it and a further visit in 2018 would appear likely.  They aren't the only ones and I will report on future encounters.
As for family, I am delighted to report the safe arrival of Sarah today who will be staying with us until the end of January and should leave the Cape fighting fit because today, we both joined the local Virgin Activ gym and are committed to 7am starts for major workouts for the next three weeks!  I have continued since arriving to walk daily but tomorrow morning my activity will move to a new level.  What's the betting on pulled muscles or a torn achilles before the week is out??  My daily walk has become something of an entertainment to Paul who says he can track my route merely by listening to the barking of the myriad of dogs as I pass various houses .  Let me tell you that some of these dogs are bloody scary even though they are contained behind huge fences topped by razor wire with 24000 volts running through it!  I even went past a house today where three labradors looked ready to rip me to shreds and I thoughts labs were cuddly and friendly.  Not in South Africa.  Definitely bred to kill!!
Final note tonight, the fires are out, the air is clear again and the skies have returned to the bluest of the blue.  A mere 32C by late afternoon.  Phew!

                                          Meeting Up With Old Friends

                                          Clear Blue Skies Return

Thursday, 5 January 2017

Death and Destruction!

Death and destruction?  That's a very strange title for a Blog post about a holiday in South Africa I can hear people cry.  Well yes it is and tonight's dispatch is both serious and sad and contains nothing at all of a funny nature.  I make no apologies for that because the first of two topics covered is about the daily tragedies on the roads of this country, one of which was experienced by Paul and I in the last couple of days.
The N2 which travels from Cape Town to Durban, is regularly included in the list of the world's most dangerous roads and I can understand why.  You need your wits about you at all times particularly when the country is blighted by a plague of drunk and speeding drivers.  The death toll on this particular road is horrendous.
We had to change our hire car which necessitated a drive along the N2 to Cape Town Airport, normally a 20 minute journey.  On this particular day, motorway signs advised us of an accident ahead and it wasn't long before we were in the queue and could see the blue flashing lights of emergency vehicles in the distance.  It wasn't long before we reached the carnage but everyone appeared to be safe and out of their cars.  However, a hundred yards further ahead, we could see the cause of the accident. A totally destroyed car laying against the central reservation.  But, on the side of the road was a white bundle and drawing alongside, we shockingly realised that this was a body, lifeless and with one arm and two feet sticking out from the briefest of white sheets!
We didn't know if the victim was male or female.  What we did know was that it was a daughter, a son, a brother, a sister, a mum or a dad.  We also knew that lives on that day had been changed for ever.  It was a dreadful experience and caused us to contrast how this incident would have been handled back home.  Very differently and there is absolutely no way that the traffic flow would have been allowed to continue and pass within 10 feet of a deceased person.  Perhaps life is treated rather more cheaply in South Africa.
Following on from this, Somerset West where we are staying, has been hit by a series of wild fires which have caused extensive damage to land and property locally.  We are fine by the way.  It was incredible how things developed because we spotted a small wild fire on the hills in the distance and before we knew it, the fire had taken hold.  It was 36 hours before any sort of control was established by which time a pall of smoke hung over a huge area giving the impression that the end of the world was nigh!
I can report that the situation on Thursday evening has drastically improved although flare ups are expected with strong winds and hot temperatures prevailing as I write.
Hopefully, my next post will be a little lighter and certainly more uplifting.
                                          The End of the World

                                          Beautiful Blue Skies Disappearing

                                                    A Blood Red Sun Through Smoke

                                                    A Ghostly Scene