Wasabi leaves.

The last weekend was fully planned to the brim with activities in honour of my friend Nele being in town. But as usual when there is me involved only the activities that included drinks really got to shine. Though in this case I am more than comfortable to blame the weather…

Due to a lack of heat Crystal Pools was promptly substituted with sushi and wine at the V&A. In hindsight we were quite happy that Sevruga didn’t seem to want our money as we ended up on the deck of the new Harbour House, me burning my left shoulder, enjoying wasabi leaves (you can tell by the title of this post that the leaves were clearly a highlight for me) and tour boat views.

Sunday plans were drowned in … rain. No big walk, but just big hang over and the aftermath i.e. pizza and red wine. Happy days.

Happy landing.

I usually love fetching people from the airport. It doesn’t even matter who I fetch and that’s because just to stand in the arrivals hall makes me happy. My romantic heart can come out and play. You will never see a grumpy face, but lovers reunited, family gatherings, and even the people who just have a taxi driver waiting for them, are happy because they are finally off the plane. It’s happiness all around.

Last Sunday though it got a bit much and even my romantic heart turned cynic. First a lady, who was waiting, filmed another lady coming out. That one was screaming and shouting and waving her arms. I guess it made for a really good picture in her mind, though everyone around seemed a little embarrassed on their behalf. It got worse. Now another lady with her boyfriend/husband/whatever got out, started crying and hugging a probably long lost sister or something dramatic to that degree. The boyfriend/husband/whatever stood next to them and started to take pictures of the two. From all angles. I mean come on, they just got off a plane and the first thing he needs to document in Cape Town is that? Really?
I was barely done rolling my eyes, when I spotted my friend Nele and I hopped and skipped towards her. I was promptly ‘punished’ for my eye rolling, because when she saw me, she stopped dead, pulled a face and ... started crying.
Though to my surprise I realized – there was nothing embarrassing about it. I just wished I had had my camera to take a picture of her. Because in the end, cheesy or not, it’s the arrivals hall and people just cry sometimes after a happy landing, just happy to have finally arrived.

Yup, April fooled.

The day is not going as planned, but certainly as expected. And what can you except on April Fool’s?

Then my friend Nele came unknowingly to the rescue by sending me a very belated birthday present. Mind you it says urgent on the packet.

Not that either the German or the South African mail would care. It did in fact already arrive yesterday, but I was too lazy to fetch it from the post office. Thank you me for being such a lazy bum once in a while. It was much more needed today.

It also had on it a poem. Which may explain why it took so long to arrive. I would guess that the respectable packet handlers were filling their lunch breaks reading it and then discussing the true meaning amongst each other. The South African ones probably had to get a dictionary first.

This is important for customs and a bit out of focus, because my now I just want to tear the whole thing open. It reads ‘headphones’. So I can skype with Nele. Haha, clever one!

Remember the times when we all had sticker albums to collect and trade stickers? Nele totally indulged me today. Best part - the card.

Love the card. Following my post from yesterday – girls, this is how it’s done. Thank you, Nele!