The first strong southeaster of the season pumped through Cape Town last night, reminding those from other parts of the country why they don't live here, and bringing welcome rain to the southern and eastern coasts. The mountains on the other side of False Bay bore a tablecloth of pure white tumbling clouds to match that spread along the upper reaches of Table Mountain, and all traces of the smog of the last few days blew away with the wind, revealing the majesty of the Cape mountains in the late afternoon sun.
I was unable to capture the scenery as I was driving alone and couldn't pull off the highway, so you will have to picture the scene in your minds, as you imagine me hurtling along in my half-a-loaf-of-bread along Nelson Mandela Boulevard, buffeted by the southeaster which is always strongest on this stretch of road and trying to enjoy the full panorama of windswept Table Bay, ships straining at their moorings, grey cliffs and white cloud and distant mountain ranges melting into the far distance. It's a view that never fails to invigorate me, as it heralds the beginning of summer, when the old is blown away to make room for new adventures and every new day is full of exciting possibilities.
Makes me want to go on a road trip! Who's coming?
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