Last day in Cape Town. We fly out in early evening, so we have the day to see some more sites. Paul and Angela take us to visit Cape Point and the Cape of Good Hope (the southernmost point of the continent). Words cannot describe the beauty – even despite the overcast day – so pictures will have to suffice.
Hilarious Moment #489: Paul has his chips jacked by a baboon! The play-by-play recap: returning to the car from the brief hike, Paul stands and grabs some chips from the car. A stealth-like ninja baboon spies on his prey from a near vantage point. Sizing up the adversary, the baboon sneaks around a van, then leaps onto Paul’s leg reaching for his chips. Paul kicks and wisely throws the bag, and the baboon tracks it down and races away…salty treat in hand. Serving as proof positive that the “baboons are dangerous and attracted by food” sign wasn’t just a funny photo op for tourists.
From there we stopped by a famed shoreline where penguins congregate. It is here that Katie, Geoffrey and I ponder if penguins have knees. Encyclopedia no where to be found, we decide that penguins have thigh/ankles or “thankles”. It’s just one of many inside jokes that have cracked us up incessantly during this trip (not to forgotten: fake English accents, chocolate vegetables, inopportune flatulence, ice skating leaps, excessive use of “ya’ll”, the tub of prawns lunch, the “please no hooting” traffic sign, and so on). Laughter, man, what a gift!
We then went back into Cape Town to the village market were we all try our hand a bartering for deals on African crafts, paintings, jewelry, etc. I bought a couple of paintings for the homestead and enjoyed the haggling process. This is not a place someone who cannot say no…as you’re constantly solicited at every tent you pass. There were amazing things to buy however, but many paintings were of majestic natural scenes, safari animals, or of more remote African village customs. I wanted something representative of my experience in Khayelitsha. I found something nice that celebrates the life there…it’ll hopefully act as a warm reminder of my time here.
Off to the airport. We were to have dinner as a group with those staying behind, but delays in checking in squashed that. We prayed as a group, Geoffrey shared meaningful sentiments. Pastor Ohm comments that the heavy rain that is now befalling Cape Town is South Africa’s tears because of our departure. He then sends us off charged to be missionaries…wherever life takes us and then hands us each charms in the shape of Africa with “for the kingdom” inscribed on the back. We the hurry off to the gate and the ensuing rush does not afford us the teary, gushing goodbyes that seemed appropriate.
Hilarious Moment #489: Paul has his chips jacked by a baboon! The play-by-play recap: returning to the car from the brief hike, Paul stands and grabs some chips from the car. A stealth-like ninja baboon spies on his prey from a near vantage point. Sizing up the adversary, the baboon sneaks around a van, then leaps onto Paul’s leg reaching for his chips. Paul kicks and wisely throws the bag, and the baboon tracks it down and races away…salty treat in hand. Serving as proof positive that the “baboons are dangerous and attracted by food” sign wasn’t just a funny photo op for tourists.
From there we stopped by a famed shoreline where penguins congregate. It is here that Katie, Geoffrey and I ponder if penguins have knees. Encyclopedia no where to be found, we decide that penguins have thigh/ankles or “thankles”. It’s just one of many inside jokes that have cracked us up incessantly during this trip (not to forgotten: fake English accents, chocolate vegetables, inopportune flatulence, ice skating leaps, excessive use of “ya’ll”, the tub of prawns lunch, the “please no hooting” traffic sign, and so on). Laughter, man, what a gift!
We then went back into Cape Town to the village market were we all try our hand a bartering for deals on African crafts, paintings, jewelry, etc. I bought a couple of paintings for the homestead and enjoyed the haggling process. This is not a place someone who cannot say no…as you’re constantly solicited at every tent you pass. There were amazing things to buy however, but many paintings were of majestic natural scenes, safari animals, or of more remote African village customs. I wanted something representative of my experience in Khayelitsha. I found something nice that celebrates the life there…it’ll hopefully act as a warm reminder of my time here.
Off to the airport. We were to have dinner as a group with those staying behind, but delays in checking in squashed that. We prayed as a group, Geoffrey shared meaningful sentiments. Pastor Ohm comments that the heavy rain that is now befalling Cape Town is South Africa’s tears because of our departure. He then sends us off charged to be missionaries…wherever life takes us and then hands us each charms in the shape of Africa with “for the kingdom” inscribed on the back. We the hurry off to the gate and the ensuing rush does not afford us the teary, gushing goodbyes that seemed appropriate.
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