Today was the first day on the bike since the trip to Cape Point. I had climbed Table Mountain in the meantime, and this had given me majorly achey legs. This had been bugging me the last couple of days, and I knew that I had to get back on the bike and sort it out. The problem was though, that I knew that this was going to be far from fun.
We set off this morning, and my head was not in it at all. It was one of those rides where you know you need to ride, to pull yourself back into it. I was riding against myself, with no real want to do anything rather than complete what I had set out to do.
I was struggling.
Alex, on the other hand. Well today he flew. Good legs, and perhaps spurred by my (perhaps obvious) reluctance. He dropped me. Not once, but twice. On a day when I just wanted to get it over with, finding the will power to muster the energy to chase someone down didn’t come easy. In fact, by the time I had resolved to chase him, it was energy wasted, he was too far out.
Good on him I say. It will be remembered.
Last night we were invited to a Bloomberg party on the roof of an hotel here in Cape Town. Why were we invited? Because our friend from university (who I have met just once since leaving uni, and he lives in London!) was in town. He is responsible for or is part of the Africa sales team. We had lunch, then partied on the roof of a hotel with a bunch of suits.
God, I felt like such an impostor! Good views though.
World Cup 2010 stadium
Not blogged for the last two days, because I haven’t ridden. That and that we haven’t had an internet connection. In fact, I haven’t touched the bike. The first reason was that we thought it would be best to have a rest day. Rest day is a strange term, because actually having a lazy day was never going to be on the cards. What was on the cards was climbing Table Mountain on foot. For anyone who has done this, you’ll know it is far from a walk in the (national) park, and that it is almost hands and knees climbing at a couple of points.
Our time to make it to the top was pretty good. A descent pace helped us completely. At the top, the view was great, but I suppose spoilt somewhat by the way that is has been (tastefully) made easily accessible for all by the cable car. The time that I most enjoyed was the climbing and descending of the path. Fewer people, and it seriously got the heart rate going, with perhaps the way down being more strenuous than the way up. Certainly it was harder on the legs.
Here are some pictures:
Yesterday I extended the tourist mission by travelling to Harmanus to see the whales there. It is one of the only places worldwide where one can see whales from the shore. It was a successful mission, not only with the whales, but with dolphins also showing up. It was an awesome day. Truly. I am still chilled in a major way from seeing these majestic animals. I am so glad that The Pretty One recommended that I go there, I am also very grateful to the friend who came with me on the day’s mission.