Most of the books I buy are impulse purchases based on the publisher’s blurb on the back cover, but Thirteen Hours was the first book I’ve bought simply because it was based in place that I’ve been to.
Actually, a slight correction — I bought it because I happened to be with my daughter who has just returned from South Africa and since the book is set in Cape Town, it appealed to us both. Read more ›››
By the time you are reading this, I should be in the air on my way to South Africa so it seemed appropriate that this week’s posting should be C for Cape Town, our eventual destination.
We are visiting South Africa to see our daughter who is living there at the moment, but the primary purpose is a holiday to experience the country and I will be armed with my camera in the hope of getting enough material for a whole round of ABC Wednesday. Read more ›››
We always plan to light every time we go away, but it never seems to work that way. There is always something else t0 throw in the packing “just in case.”
For me, the problem is books. I have this mini library of titles that I must get round to reading some day and holidays always seem like the prefect opportunity. But I have to have a wide selection of fiction and non-fiction because I don’t know what reading mood I’ll be in and the upshot is I end up taking more books than I can possibly read in the time available. Read more ›››
They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but it can certainly feed your paranoia. I made the mistake of browsing a site for ex-pats in Cape Town that attempted and failed to be reassuring.
It said that the city’s reputation for crime and violence was totally unwarranted, that Cape Town was an idyllic place to live provided the prospective settler takes sensible precautions. Read more ›››
Do you know which European country has the highest crime rate? The Vatican City. There are around 1,000 crimes reported each year, or 1.25 instances per head of population. It also has the lowest age of consent and it is legal to have sex with a 12 year old.
The fact that it has such a large influx of tourists every day accounts for the former fact, mostly pick-pocketing and purse-snatching and since the majority of its 800 population are Roman Catholic priests then the less said about the latter, the better. Read more ›››
The forthcoming trip to SA has taken over my life, making sure I’ve remembered everything — toothpaste, camera filters, books, clothes, maps, mosquito repellant, maps — the list goes on.
The biggest problem has been finding some shorts. I went into every shop I could think of yesterday, but while there were plenty of t-shirts, it is clearly too early in the year for exposing one’s legs. Read more ›››
Thanks to mobile phones, Facebook and other ways to keep in touch, it seems odd to get a postcard, but one arrived yesterday from Miss P in Cape Town.
She says it pretty much sums up her South African experience — everyone seems to be laughing and smiling all the time. I suppose they can be happy with their climate. Read more ›››
We’d only got as far as the M56 when the above text arrived from our daughter who we had just dropped off at the airport. [Actually not strictly true as she doesn’t do text-speak and does do punctuation, at least not when communicating with pernickity parents, but that would have made the post header too long.]
Whether the authorities always suspect young people of carrying drugs or they were simply bored on a quiet Tuesday afternoon, they were not going to find anything on Miss P, unless you count the menthol crystals she’d been advised to use to clear a head cold prior to her flight. Read more ›››