After being a bit of a tourist in Johannesburg, I winged down to Cape Town to become a (temporary) Capetonian. I met my twin sister, Vicky, and her boyfriend, Greg, in Cape Town for a little more R&R and some twin time. Quick correction, Greg’s status was upgraded last week from boyfriend to fiancé. This change in status created frissons of excitement in my family, as Greg is a great guy and Vicky is the first of three daughters to get married. I only wish I could have been in South Africa for a few days longer so that I could share in the celebration. Congratulations!Cape Town is very Vancouverish with Table Mountain providing a solid backdrop and the sea stretching out in front of you. To be fair, the differences probably end there. Capetonians are extremely fashion forward and there is a never-ending supply of beautiful people. The highlights of our time in Cape Town were a marvelous, catered picnic at the Boschendal wine estate with plenty of wine to boot and tandem paragliding off the Lions.
Paragliding is when you run off a mountain with a parachute and, in my case, a man strapped to your back and you soar on thermals. Paragliding didn’t give me the same adrenalin rush that bungee jumping and parachuting did, rather I felt incredibly peaceful and in awe of my sky-high perspective. I did have a couple of toe-tingling moments when we looped into land, but I don’t think those were adrenalin induced. I think they came from the rumbles in my stomach. Somewhat ironically, Vicky and I got food poisoning in Cape Town. The kind of food poisoning that makes you never want to eat again. Unfortunately, we also got it the night before I was due to fly back to Dar. After a night of no-fun, I tottered onto an overcrowded flight to Dar (via Johannesburg) and tried to hold onto the insides of my stomach. I made it to Johannesburg, but no further. I was whisked away from the airport by my Dad for a couple of bonus days in Johannesburg. In the end, the food poisoning was a blessing in disguise.
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