At The Top

May Day.  One long anticipated, and even with the missing credit cards, it all seemed to work out.  Maybe left a bit too much time for the extended layover, if anything.  But even then arrival in Londontown early morning tomorrow makes the most sense, and the lounging and the food court ghost protocol are pretty funny and should live on in the memory as a story.  Home almost exactly this time next week, just need the Westjet standby gold to come through.  Amazingly. 

Last night in South Africa was one for the books.  Hard Rock to the Scottish Ale House to the conversation with some guy crying into his Jameson and finally a detour to the corner and then the Alexander.  Enthusiasm to say the least, and I wonder if such moments will ever come again, or if there will be further fallout.  I would put the odds of Venice well under 50/50, but not by much, especially since it puts Croatia in the mix.  All depends on the cruising, as the yellow/green images would be worth revisiting.  Ah, those lines about friends and freckles and the movies.  Who knew the beard would play, but apparently it plays!

Cape Town as a whole a delight.  More post Wenger's last and the Nachos.  (ed. NANDO's!)