This week saw me in Cape Town for 2 days to attend the Media24 Magazine Summit. On Wednesday, after leaving home at 4h30am and flying 2 hours with a travel companion that didn't quite understand the meaning of 'quiet time' I landed in CT. I must say the traffic was awesome, who would ever have thought that a trip from the airport to the CT CBD would take you 30mins in peak-hour traffic! Only a Jo'burger will understand the luxury of that!! The seminar was, well, so-so. Nothing we haven't heard before: "be top of mind with your client", "forge those relationships" etc... blah! I then decided to go back to the hotel, grab some lunch and man was I surprised when the waiters actually smiled (once again, you will need to be a Jo'burger to get this) At about 4pm, my dear friend says, she's done with nasty budget-talks and ready to go for a walk on the beach. Off we toddle in our little green-rental to Camps Bay. The day was beautiful, the sun shining and not a breeze in the air (strange I know for CT!) R30 for parking paid (not after haggling and loosing), jeans rolled up and quite a few oooh's and aaah's about how pretty the beach is (like only someone not from CT can do) and off we scadooch onto the pretties beach ever! Squealing and screeching in the cold, oh so very cold break of the waves - we felt almost child like and innocent playing in the waves. Forgetting the woes of budgets and plans! Deciding to write the ever popular 'I <3 U' in the break of the waves. A few seconds in to the 'heart' I feel a slight sting under my foot. Ignoring this, I proceed with the rest of our creation. Ok, something was wrong, the stinging was increasing, pain growing and and and ... FIYAR! My dearest friend, trying her best to see the damn sting of doom among the sea-sand under my foot, alas not found. Off I hobble to higher ground away from the breaking waves, to find the little thing causing so much of pain! Stinger found, pulled out and back into the waves to cool it all down. We then have some 'Lolly's to make the girls jolly' and admire the view and just enjoy! Fruit and mint lollies done, pain increasing and foot swelling - time to find a pharmacist! Drugs are needed! Beg our non-negotiable car park watcher to let us back in just now when we return - we weren't done with the view. Cocktails on the beach-front needed to be had! Off we speed in our green chariot to the nearest pharmacy. The Pharmacist, Alan, tries for about 10 mins to convince me that "sweetie, there are no bees in Camps Bay, are you sure sure it wasn't a blue-bottle" After convincing him it was in-fact a bee, unless blue bottles had recently changed their official colours to blue and black?! Meds and cream in hand, back to the beach-side for cocktails and some nourishment, for dear friend! 2 x Singapore Slingers, 1 x salmon sashimi and foot resting nicely on its' own chair -aaaah heaven! (corny cocktail photos taken of course!) During the fun and adventure to the pharmacy, I had spotted a darling little turquoise dress, that needed closer inspection. So tally-ho off we go to inspect the wonderful treasures of the house of "Beauty & Fashion". We proceed to spend an hour and a half in this little treasure trove of fashion bargains, about 10 outfits later and the sweetest sales lady that doesn't speak English very deliciously convincing us that the previous tops were 'vely pletty - must have it to home'! After spending our monthly savings and walking out with about 3 packets of clothes, giggling like only Gerties can! It was now 9pm, time for food - where better than a cute little Pelican-esque decorated shin dig on the same block as our hotel. Parking the green-chariot in some pretty toight little spots, I realise that walking was going to prove difficult as the foot now resembled that of a saskwatch! Dear friend, kindly offers her shoulder as support and off we hobble to BeefCake's a delightful looking burger joint. Once inside, the pelicans of earlier that day were not to be seen, instead a mini-stage, and low-hanging disco ball took their place. Since the pain of the foot was taking over - there was only one remedy, a pink G&T, in honor of our venue of course sweeties!! Diva-Divine (heaven hopes that was his/her name) the singing drag-queen took to the stage to serenade the dinner guests with his/her rendition of 'Cry me a river'. As dear ol Diva Divine wades ever gracefully through the dining area, she grabs my dear friends' handbag and dashes outside, to continue her song in the middle of the road! Cry me a river is what the poor handbag was probably thinking!! All in all this was the best adventure had in 6 hours! Here's to many more special ones!
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