We spent a few days in a small town called Montagu, about 2 and a half hours drive from Cape Town. We've been there before when the unending bloody wind in Strand drives us away, and usually it is glorious - sunny, calm, no wind, hot pools, lots of braais, eating outside, getting brown. This time it was wet, a bit miserable and acutally quite cold. We stopped on our way there to buy provisions, and I had to buy the girls and I leggings and tracksuit tops just to get them to walk outside the car. Still, it wasn't all bad.
[For some reason, I can't upload photos from the laptop, so picture me and the girls in a hot pool with the rain lashing down behind us and the steam rising from the pool like smoke]
We travelled up via the Huguenot tunnel, where we normally see baboons, but they are wiser than people and were hiding in their caves in the heaviest downpour I've been in for a long time. Before going into the tunnel, we could barely see out of the windows, the rain was so heavy and the sky so dark. Wonderful.
We did see baboons coming back, a whole troupe of them, a big alpha male and female, a whole bunch of babies from teeny tiny clinging to their mothers' backs to tussling teenagers, and all the rest of the family too. There must have been 12 or 15 of them, just sitting by the side of the road minding their own business. The Franschoek Pass is amazing, the view is breathtaking into the valleys on either side, and down into the town. I don't remember having been on it before, so it was very exciting.
We're coming home on Saturday. I really, really don't want to, despite the dreadful wind and the rain.