My legs hurt. My calves hurt. My feet hurt underneath. Enough whining. The splendour and soul-feeding of the Orangekloof hike hasn't quite worn off , and we are planning the next walk in the Helderberg mountains in a few weeks time.
Nonetheless, day 18 needed to be gentle, so after spending all morning in pajamas finishing Monday's presentation, it was off to the Waterfront in my trainers. Mike dropped me near the Cape Grace and slunk off to Melissa's for a little downtime with his PC.
I walked round the Waterfront, past the Clocktower, Moyo's restaurant growing salad vegetables in vertical walls, past beautiful Somerset Hospital, the hat that is also Cape Town stadium, past Hotel School to the Mouille Point lighthouse, where there were lots of other walkers, skates, surfers and rollerbladers in the pale afternoon sun. I wanted to weep when I saw a homeless man and a little girl in pink, opening dustbins as I passed. He wasn't the only person eyeing the bins, either. But the little girl in pink touched me, and if I'd had any food or drink or money on me , I would have shared it.
P.S. For film noir lovers, go and see "Killing them softly". A marvellous slow opening sequence that brings together Obama-speak, and run-down America that looks like it could be Detroit in recession. And an Australian who steals pedigree dogs to sell in L.A, so he can get the cash to deal in smack. Rough.
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