Intrepid travellers we are not. At least not yet.
After a straightforward flight to Cape Town, I spent the day lounging about our hostel in the shadow of Table Mountain, reading vampire fiction and listening to Chet Baker. With the amount we plan to see and do over the coming months, we could forgo a day of sightseeing. The next morning we met the fellow travellers with whom we plan to share a truck to at least Nairobi. Not one obvious psycho- or sociopath among them, but then – at first glance – I’m sure they’d say the same about us.
We spent the following couple of days in Stellenbosch, a colonial and visibly wealthy little town 50km east of Cape Town in the heart of South Africa’s wine country. Our gruelling schedule included a tour some of the area’s finest vineyards (Simonsig, Fairview, Pinehurst/Moreson and Boschendal) working our way from sparkling whites to reds redolent of liquid leather. As you can see I found this particularly demanding.