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Dave and Dad are…

On top of Table Mountain.

Notice I said we weren’t hiking Table Mountain. No the Old Man’s knees didn’t quite feel like taking on that multi hour climb so we opted for the cable car.

I’d never done the cable car before. The one time we wanted to take it (on the way down) it was closed due to high winds. If something like that happens today the Old Man is screwed.

The Cable Car is actually pretty sweet. It rotates 360 degrees so that everyone wedged in it can see the entire view during the ride.

I spent most of detailing what Richard Burton would be doing on the roof if this were Where Eagles Dare, cause that movie fucking rules. The Old Man did not share my interest. (For those who are, this would be the point where Sir Richard would be beaing Nazi’s off the top of the car with a pickaxe.)

But then at the top, I failed to understand his interest as he scored yet another smushed copper coin.

But we both could agree on the quality of the view.

Man is it spectacular up here. I haven’t been to the top in a while and the last time I was up it was fairly cloudy so I had forgotten just how powerful the view is.

And we got to see a lot of it as I convinced my father that since we hadn’t hiked up we at least had to walk across the top to Maclear’s Beacon, something that he only agreed to if it didn’t involve more than a few meters of incline. It didn’t really, cept for a brief climb straight up that I had forgotten about. But he managed heroically.

See, he looks like a regular Bartholomew Diaz or something right here.

He even handled the points where the path narrowed and the only thing separating him from a sheer rock wall on his left and a thousand foot plunge to the right was a rock path less than a foot wide. I made sure to document it for the sake of my mother’s piece of mind.

And luck favored the bold as we at no point heard any hooting and made it successfully back to the cable car for a luxurious ride down.

Misc Notes:

• Out this evening, having a drink on the roof deck of The Waiting Room, I got to see them setting up the stage for tomorrow’s World Cup Draw. It’s gonna be awesome.

• Ate a wildebeast steak tonight. Could not recommend it more highly unless it was porcupine. They cook it medium rare and its gamey flavor is exquisite.

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