Photo time!

After the harrowing realism of the last post, let's take a chill pill and watch some pretty pictures from said trip before it turned into Road Carnage. This is the view across False Bay, aka the most Great White-dense sea in the world, from Cape Point.

Cape Point is not the southernmost point of Africa, contrary to common belief. That honour can only be bestowed on some unassuming rock in between Cape Town and Port Elizabeth on the Eastern Coast. But it's here that the warm current from the Indian Ocean mingles with the icy cold Antarctic current, and it's where Magellan and company turned a corner en route to the Orient. All that history does not stop yours truly from looking spectacularly stupid in this pic, however. Note that it was windy. It's always windy here. And the green boulder behind me is, in fact, the cape point.

You can climb a hill to the light house and stand and stare at the ocean that stretches uninterrupted all the way to Antarctica.

This all reminds you how far away you are from home. According to this sign post, I'm exactly 9623 km from London.

The Cape Point is a nature reserve, but its only exciting fauna is an animal the size of a large guniea pig, whose closest living relative is the elephant!

And finally, a picture of Miracle-Gro performing one of her miracles using a very large gun that somebody had left standing around. She's gone off to Mozambique for 3 weeks now, and I hope she will watch out for the land mines.