On arrival, the tour guide asked me if, as I was quite early, I wanted to join the current group just leaving now.
Me- "Well, I guess so. But what about the 30 minute safety briefing?'
Guide- 'We are set to go. Any fear of heights?"
"Actually, I am quite afr--"
"Ever been on a zip line before?"
"Ah actually n-"
"You are good to go! Jump in!"
I shuffled off to what looked like a tumbler on the way to the guillotine and joined the other condemned. As we set off, I did notice a woman knitting nearby. So much for getting there early.
Of course, I was last in line as we began zipping so I had plenty of time to think about it. As I got to the front, I asked "Safety briefing?"
"Stay clipped and don't fall off!" And then he pushed me off.
It was a beautiful area and picture perfect day-
The drops were considerable.... At least I think they were, but it was hard to tell with your eyes closed. 13 zips... it was a blast and I would do it again for sure.
The day after I traveled to the true end of Africa- Cape Agulhas- its southern most point where the Atlantic and Indian Oceans meet. Like a latter day, land-based Bartolomo Diaz, I set out for the bottom of Africa in my trusty land ship "Renault" armed with little more than my ancient 2015 map, GPS, and mobile phone, as well as a few stops at the local tourist offices. Eventually, I found my way to deserted wind swept Cape where I somehow found another explorer to take my photo-
There is a pretty lighthouse there that I think was erected by Diaz in 1492-
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