A Decent Proposal
Trip Start
Aug 26, 2010
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Trip End
Apr 16, 2011
We were all up and out in good time to leave this time, and our journey was greatly reduced as the road works had finished and our next and final apartment was 40km on the near side of Cape Town taking off a further hour and a half. We had certainly squeezed plenty in at this midway stage of the holiday, and there was still lots more to occupy us, but staying in one place for the remaining week seemed to slow the pace down a little. The house maybe wasn't quite as luxurious as the previous 2 had been, but it was still spacious with a sociable living area, nice garden and a communal pool (which we had to ourselves) so we were all happy! We also made the most of its ideal situation with Cape Town, Cape Point and the Winelands surrounding us.
Since we still had the best part of the day left when we arrived, Fraser and I had time to prepare macaroni cheese for the masses which seemed to go down well. Sadly this marked our pal Samantha’s last day, as she could only take a week off from work, so dinner was followed with farewells.
The next day was glorious so we took the chance to get up Table Mountain. The views were spectacular, looking north over the City, Robin Island and around Atlantic Beach where we had stayed a very short week previously. Gazing south we could see the craggy coast line of Cape of Good Hope, eventually ending at Cape Point, though this was too far away to be seen. We followed this with a drive down said road, which was breathtakingly dramatic, as the adults returned to Camps Bay for another nice lunch. We thought the winding route along the cliff faces would make for a spectacular Grand Prix track. The road took us to Simon’s Town where we went to Boulders Beach, famous for its Jackass Penguins which were adorable. Our lunches seemed to get later and later, but eventually eating at 6pm took the biscuit! We stopped of at the 'Lord Nelson’ pub in Simon’s town for a munch, where some of us enjoyed a meaty burger, though those who had ordered the chicken salad were disappointed to be served with a dry chicken leg and potato salad on the side. The drive home wasn’t much fun, as driving in the dark in South Africa is best avoided. The windy road was unlit and, having made it thus far without a map, we took a slight detour through the city adding on half an hour or so to our already long day.
We had a deserved slow Sunday morning the next day where most of us had a dip in the chilly pool, and were treated to a fry up. As we were relaxing, an unattended dog made friends with us. Her collar was coincidentally engraved with none other than ‘Sam’, so with a third to refer to it was getting a bit confusing, but we like to think it was Samantha’s way of staying with us! She liked relaxing by the pool with us, and was happy to chill out watching telly on the sofa too! Eventually we tried to coax her out of the back garden, but she got back in under the gate so we gave in and let her stay. When it was eventually time to venture out, we had to block the gate with a garden chair, as we didn’t want her depositing the five remaining eggs from breakfast that Hugh had given her in the back garden. Bad Hugh.
That lunchtime we were spoilt with another picturesque drive to Franschoek. We left Somerset West through Sir Lowry’s pass; a steep winding highway taking you to the top of the Hottentots-Holland mountain range with more dramatic scenes back towards Cape Town. Having stopped to take it in, we had a nosey through a roadside market where some of us bartered for beautiful wooden giraffes. Rachael came away happy with a set of maracas and no less than 7 pairs of traditionally crafted salad tongs! As if the drive so far wasn’t enough, we descended half an hour later with equally impressive views of boutique Franschoek and the valleys around. We enjoyed yet another indulgent and boozy lunch (a bad day for me to be designated Dave), topped off with the nicest ice cream I’ve ever devoured – chocolate orange, nom nom. That night Iain and Rachael made some nose running, nice’n’spicy chilli. Scrumptious.
As the boys were up early for their last round of golf, Susan and I enjoyed a morning at the shops with the mums while the others trundled into Cape Town to do a little research into shark diving! Once everyone had accomplished what they set out to do, we congregated at Delheim vineyard for my favourite lunch of the trip. Set in a peaceful, secluded part of the countryside, we enjoyed a rare lunch all together and played the typical tourist by taking plentiful group photos!
We set off to Gansbaai the next morning, for Fraser and me to send our friends off to the sharks! We were disappointed that our budget was slightly tighter than these other holiday makers, and had to make do with fish and chips at a restaurant overlooking a delightful factory for lunch! The others returned with grand tales of their encounters with these ‘beautiful’ beasts and had taken many an envious photo. Having worked up an appetite, they were ready for Jimmy’s Killer Prawns that night!
There was still one big tick for us Scots to strike before returning home which was a drive to Cape Point. It was yet another beautiful day and we were all impressed with the misty clouds which developed as the seas met the coast, making the nearby mountains look like volcanoes ready to erupt. That evening we enjoyed our last supper, as it was Martin and Irene’s turn to leave the next day for a wedding. And what better to scoff than another braai?! It also topped off Terry’s birthday, and we remembered Willie whose birthday it would have been too.
Terry was showered with gifts, sweets and birthday horns, and her husband and daughter’s offerings of birthday cakes were slightly overshadowed by Iain’s imaginative attempt at a table mountain cake! The term ‘Umba Gumba’ was coined that night, which supposedly meant happy birthday in Afrikaans, though my card for Terry didn’t seem to correspond with this.
Some of us had had just enough of sitting in a car at this late stage of the holiday, so we had a lazy day at the pool while others had some last minute shopping to do, whether it be at the local mall or at another roadside stall. Rachael and Iain weren’t keen on wasting their last day in this beautiful country so sought out another vineyard for a spot of wine tasting. That evening saw emotional farewells and offerings of thanks for a spectacular, seamless holiday that was mostly thanks to the organisation of our South African residing Boyces. So thank you once again for the holiday of a lifetime!
And then there were 10. We were to check out of our accommodation at 9am on our final day and had the day to kill time, but this was by no means the end of the holiday! We opted to return to the glorious Victoria and Alfred Waterfront for breakfast and split off to have a wander until lunchtime when a slightly agitated Fraser suggested we go for a glass of wine. I refused this offer at 11am, and instead we found a bench which sat overlooking a small harbour with the mighty Table Mountain behind it. We sat together, appreciating the journey we had taken, and the fact that we still liked each other regardless! Any nerves of Fraser’s were soon explained when he produced box containing a beautiful diamond ring which sparkled in the South African sun and he asked me to marry him!!!
He would be excused for any concerns of doubt on my part as I was in a state of shock! I managed to utter ‘of course I will’ but was rather quiet other than that. It was the most surreal moment ever! I was completely oblivious to anything around me, and hadn’t noticed a boat mooring right in front of us, from which a voice called out in the local accent ‘congratulations madam’! With that, a wee granny on the bench to our left also offered us her congratulations – she apparently hadn’t been sitting there when we first arrived and Fraser hadn’t counted on her doing so either. Within a few minutes we spotted Rachael and Iain, and considered whether we wait until we all met together to tell them, or just do it then. By this stage my shock had been replaced by sheer joy, and so I went for the latter, when the tears finally started after I produced a ring bearing hand. After a little jumping around by Rachael and myself, and a couple of photos, we left them again and walked around in a daze for another half an hour before meeting everybody else, when we could tell even more people! Within that half hour, Rachael and Iain had managed to print one of the photos and frame it. We were both incredibly touched and impressed - gold star to Mrs McCallum and hubby! It was obviously exciting, and to be able to share the rest of the day with Fraser’s family was lovely too. I think I’m rambling now, so long story short, we had one last delicious lunch at beautiful Camps Bay and headed for the airport where Rebecca, Martin and Susan sacrificed their remaining Rand on a couple of bottles of bubbly! Thanks guys! Fraser also mentioned our engagement to the air steward who provided us with another bottle! And so a tipsy, giddy flight ensued.
Since we still had the best part of the day left when we arrived, Fraser and I had time to prepare macaroni cheese for the masses which seemed to go down well. Sadly this marked our pal Samantha’s last day, as she could only take a week off from work, so dinner was followed with farewells.
The next day was glorious so we took the chance to get up Table Mountain. The views were spectacular, looking north over the City, Robin Island and around Atlantic Beach where we had stayed a very short week previously. Gazing south we could see the craggy coast line of Cape of Good Hope, eventually ending at Cape Point, though this was too far away to be seen. We followed this with a drive down said road, which was breathtakingly dramatic, as the adults returned to Camps Bay for another nice lunch. We thought the winding route along the cliff faces would make for a spectacular Grand Prix track. The road took us to Simon’s Town where we went to Boulders Beach, famous for its Jackass Penguins which were adorable. Our lunches seemed to get later and later, but eventually eating at 6pm took the biscuit! We stopped of at the 'Lord Nelson’ pub in Simon’s town for a munch, where some of us enjoyed a meaty burger, though those who had ordered the chicken salad were disappointed to be served with a dry chicken leg and potato salad on the side. The drive home wasn’t much fun, as driving in the dark in South Africa is best avoided. The windy road was unlit and, having made it thus far without a map, we took a slight detour through the city adding on half an hour or so to our already long day.
We had a deserved slow Sunday morning the next day where most of us had a dip in the chilly pool, and were treated to a fry up. As we were relaxing, an unattended dog made friends with us. Her collar was coincidentally engraved with none other than ‘Sam’, so with a third to refer to it was getting a bit confusing, but we like to think it was Samantha’s way of staying with us! She liked relaxing by the pool with us, and was happy to chill out watching telly on the sofa too! Eventually we tried to coax her out of the back garden, but she got back in under the gate so we gave in and let her stay. When it was eventually time to venture out, we had to block the gate with a garden chair, as we didn’t want her depositing the five remaining eggs from breakfast that Hugh had given her in the back garden. Bad Hugh.
That lunchtime we were spoilt with another picturesque drive to Franschoek. We left Somerset West through Sir Lowry’s pass; a steep winding highway taking you to the top of the Hottentots-Holland mountain range with more dramatic scenes back towards Cape Town. Having stopped to take it in, we had a nosey through a roadside market where some of us bartered for beautiful wooden giraffes. Rachael came away happy with a set of maracas and no less than 7 pairs of traditionally crafted salad tongs! As if the drive so far wasn’t enough, we descended half an hour later with equally impressive views of boutique Franschoek and the valleys around. We enjoyed yet another indulgent and boozy lunch (a bad day for me to be designated Dave), topped off with the nicest ice cream I’ve ever devoured – chocolate orange, nom nom. That night Iain and Rachael made some nose running, nice’n’spicy chilli. Scrumptious.
As the boys were up early for their last round of golf, Susan and I enjoyed a morning at the shops with the mums while the others trundled into Cape Town to do a little research into shark diving! Once everyone had accomplished what they set out to do, we congregated at Delheim vineyard for my favourite lunch of the trip. Set in a peaceful, secluded part of the countryside, we enjoyed a rare lunch all together and played the typical tourist by taking plentiful group photos!
We set off to Gansbaai the next morning, for Fraser and me to send our friends off to the sharks! We were disappointed that our budget was slightly tighter than these other holiday makers, and had to make do with fish and chips at a restaurant overlooking a delightful factory for lunch! The others returned with grand tales of their encounters with these ‘beautiful’ beasts and had taken many an envious photo. Having worked up an appetite, they were ready for Jimmy’s Killer Prawns that night!
There was still one big tick for us Scots to strike before returning home which was a drive to Cape Point. It was yet another beautiful day and we were all impressed with the misty clouds which developed as the seas met the coast, making the nearby mountains look like volcanoes ready to erupt. That evening we enjoyed our last supper, as it was Martin and Irene’s turn to leave the next day for a wedding. And what better to scoff than another braai?! It also topped off Terry’s birthday, and we remembered Willie whose birthday it would have been too.
Terry was showered with gifts, sweets and birthday horns, and her husband and daughter’s offerings of birthday cakes were slightly overshadowed by Iain’s imaginative attempt at a table mountain cake! The term ‘Umba Gumba’ was coined that night, which supposedly meant happy birthday in Afrikaans, though my card for Terry didn’t seem to correspond with this.
Some of us had had just enough of sitting in a car at this late stage of the holiday, so we had a lazy day at the pool while others had some last minute shopping to do, whether it be at the local mall or at another roadside stall. Rachael and Iain weren’t keen on wasting their last day in this beautiful country so sought out another vineyard for a spot of wine tasting. That evening saw emotional farewells and offerings of thanks for a spectacular, seamless holiday that was mostly thanks to the organisation of our South African residing Boyces. So thank you once again for the holiday of a lifetime!
And then there were 10. We were to check out of our accommodation at 9am on our final day and had the day to kill time, but this was by no means the end of the holiday! We opted to return to the glorious Victoria and Alfred Waterfront for breakfast and split off to have a wander until lunchtime when a slightly agitated Fraser suggested we go for a glass of wine. I refused this offer at 11am, and instead we found a bench which sat overlooking a small harbour with the mighty Table Mountain behind it. We sat together, appreciating the journey we had taken, and the fact that we still liked each other regardless! Any nerves of Fraser’s were soon explained when he produced box containing a beautiful diamond ring which sparkled in the South African sun and he asked me to marry him!!!
He would be excused for any concerns of doubt on my part as I was in a state of shock! I managed to utter ‘of course I will’ but was rather quiet other than that. It was the most surreal moment ever! I was completely oblivious to anything around me, and hadn’t noticed a boat mooring right in front of us, from which a voice called out in the local accent ‘congratulations madam’! With that, a wee granny on the bench to our left also offered us her congratulations – she apparently hadn’t been sitting there when we first arrived and Fraser hadn’t counted on her doing so either. Within a few minutes we spotted Rachael and Iain, and considered whether we wait until we all met together to tell them, or just do it then. By this stage my shock had been replaced by sheer joy, and so I went for the latter, when the tears finally started after I produced a ring bearing hand. After a little jumping around by Rachael and myself, and a couple of photos, we left them again and walked around in a daze for another half an hour before meeting everybody else, when we could tell even more people! Within that half hour, Rachael and Iain had managed to print one of the photos and frame it. We were both incredibly touched and impressed - gold star to Mrs McCallum and hubby! It was obviously exciting, and to be able to share the rest of the day with Fraser’s family was lovely too. I think I’m rambling now, so long story short, we had one last delicious lunch at beautiful Camps Bay and headed for the airport where Rebecca, Martin and Susan sacrificed their remaining Rand on a couple of bottles of bubbly! Thanks guys! Fraser also mentioned our engagement to the air steward who provided us with another bottle! And so a tipsy, giddy flight ensued.


