Mostly because there is this huge mountain which you can see from just about everywhere.
I took a red eye from JFK to Heathrow, spent a quiet Sunday in London enjoying the Queen's parks. I sat for a while in some striped green and white lawn chairs -- how civilized, I thought, to have lawn chairs in a public park. Except a man came by trying to make me pay for the seat. I got up.
That night I took another red eye to Cape Town and was greeted at the airport by Naomi and our car rental guy. Except I had somehow forgotten my drivers license in New York! I got my aunt to fax a copy of it, Shane told us not to get in any accidents, and we drove home. I slept.
When I woke up, I was driving up to Table Mountain.
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