A morning at the docks

This morning, inexplicably, we were all awake well before 6 am, even though it was pitch black still, and no amount of closing the eyes would bring sleep back. Nick said he was going to go for a walk, and I initially declined, but suggested he ask the boys, as we could hear them talking. They were keen of course, so I decided to go along too. We had cereal first, and then by about 6.30 we were ready. We could feel a bit of rain in the air though, and since I didn’t want the boys walking about in the rain (can get quite cold), we just did a shortened route, down Shy Road and up past the garage. The market serves breakfast and there were such tantalizing smells wafting out, I almost went home and fried onions! After bathing and getting dressed, we had a bit of time to kill before going to the docks at 8.30 to meet Elza and Sarel. Steve and Maureen were standing there waiting already, and Harry and Jenny had also arrived. It was a regular social event, with them and so many other people to talk to while waiting! S&E came through pretty quickly, as she had had to take the air taxi, still not being very mobile after her hip operation. We decided to join in with the party and go to the Coffee Shop with everyone, which was fun – I managed to chat quite a bit with Elza, even though we were at different tables! The weather cleared while we were there, with the sun coming out in full force – great to be outside. After parting ways with the merry company at the coffee co, we meandered through town. I had a short shopping list, which took us all over town, and by the time I was finished we were ready for an early lunch at Sally’s. Finally home at about 12.30. Nick wanted to try locate his guitar and pedal which he bought from a friend in Cape Town, which the Bloems had brought as part of their hold baggage. He had no sooner left for customs, than a lady phoned from the shipping office to say that the purser had phoned them from the ship to say that his guitar was on board, and would he like to come and collect it. She managed to get hold of him at customs, and so after a short wait for a ferry, he actually boarded the ship to retrieve his guitar and pedal from the purser’s office! Pretty radical – a free boat ride!