Cape Town with Aunt Helen

We arrived in Cape Town on Friday after a stormy, chaotic transfer in Jozi. Uncle David met us at the airport, and then escorted us out in our PIECE OF MAIRD renault (sorry, Colette, the French build the worst cars on the planet) to his home near Howe Hoek, the inn that Jennifer and Michael managed back in the mid 70s. We met up with Aunt Helen and her friend, Nigel, on Saturday. David, Helen, Nigel, Colette and I then headed out to Franschhoek for the South African Cheese Festival. Colette and I were in heaven -- the wine, cheese, scenery and people-watching were full-on first world. As we've felt for most of the trip, we wondered if we'd been dropped from a UFO onto another planet. It's funny how the first world can feel so foreign after so much time in the bush! We wrapped up the day with a braai at Uncle David's -- William and his wife, Marina, and William's mom, Chris, joined us for a great evening. All in all it was a fantastic day.