A Day at the Beach

We did not have to get up early, so didn't. And b the time we were ready to go, it was after ten. We had a free ride to the beach, and had thought we would go to one called Clifton Beach. But the drivers suggested Camps Bay as being more amenable to a day trip, with ready accessibility to dining areas as well. He was right.

We were of course approached almost immediately to see if we wanted to buy a "local" painting. The vendor said he and his brother had done them all, and he proceeded to show us them. They were fairly average, and of clichéd scenes, with vibrant colours, but not a lot of imagination. And later, we saw almost exactly the same paintings being sold by other vendors. So we bought nothing from him.

We sat and read along the beach, Darlene walked and took some pictures, and she gathered a few shells. The sky was clear, although again the mountains were covered with cloud. This area has the beach, a lower-lying thin strip of land, then the mountain (not high mountains, but there nonetheless). Later in the afternoon, we went for some lunch, then back to the hotel.

That evening was to be the Cape Town Carnival, and we had front row seats, since the parade formed up outside our hotel and walked along just past the place. It was going to be an exciting time, the hotel employees told us. They had opened their own doors to the street to sell food to the onlookers.

And there were a lot of people there to watch. The floats and the dancers which went by in groups according to themes, and we are told there were 2000 dancers, on top of the cops and others who were there as organisers.

By midnight, the street slowed down, and people were going home. We were already home, so just went to bed. Tomorrow comes early sometimes.

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Location:Camps Bay