Singing in the Sun

Another thing that strikes you as odd when you first arrive here in South Africa is that people actually pay attention to the weather forecasts. "There is a cold front coming in on Saturday afternoon at four-oh-three, give or take, so we should plan to have the BBQ food done by four-oh-two at the latest."

Ok, so I exaggerate. But the fact is that the forecasts are reliable. Days in advance! So now, for example, I know that the weekend will be rubbish (again - check here for why that is) and that Friday will be wet, but saturday and sunday are unlikely to be.

Which makes a difference from London, where torrential rain at noon not neccessarily means wellies and waterproofs needed at one.

Of course, the weather of Cape Town has a reputation for being good - and its people are of an outdoorsy persuasion. So it matters, more, here. They worry about it (see previous posts about moaning). And, I am starting to realise, so do I. Last weekend I couldn't care less about the rain. But I'm slowly connecting to the local mindset, tuning in to the vibes, and right now, as blue sky domes unbroken over the city with its stuffy office buildings, I can hear it whisper 'Dang. Another weekend watching re-runs of Law&Order'.

Yes, they really show it here. Prime time.