I recently went to India for a month. Arriving in New Delhi, a city I love, I was met by Ranjit, our "adopted" son who had returned home to Darjeeling a few months earlier. We to a taxi amidst the heat and the bustle I remembered so well. Delhi in late summer was an experience of it's own, however. Coming from Cape Town in winter where the temperatures were easily 29C lower was a body shock! We headed for Manju Ka Tilla the Tibetan refugee colony on the far side of this sprawling city. The beautiful Sikh temple was always a welcome sign over the next weeks, heralding the imminent arrival at the hotel. The hotel was approached through the narrow, cluttered street, the Tibetan men sitting at their stalls in white vests and short trousers for the most part, the women mopping their faces.



































The bright burgundy interior of the excellent restaurant, the manic electric wiring, the proximity of the next hotel - so close one could almost touch it from the open window, the busy action on the street at night - It brought back memories of Dharamsala and Darjeeling and every Tibetan colony in between. I felt I had arrived in a place where everything seemed familiar and welcoming......

waterfalls and more flooding

Roads turned to swift rivers, the mountain slopes saw new rivers rushing down them, this morning was exciting as one waited for 4x4's to tackle the water first - before finding one's car flooded! At least it's only raining on and off now and the storm winds are gone.

floods this weekend

This weekend we had 191mm of rain. It might as well have been monsoon except it was cold and stormy. Yesterday I wore a sweater and a yak wool shirt all day. First time I haven't got too hot in it (the yak wool). Roads turned to rivers and sank, leaving waterfalls in their place.

the storms lash the Peninsula and surrounds - Winter's revenge oon the Halycon days

The week of storms saw 23 containers of toxic waste swept off a cargo ship - two have washed up on our beaches. People dressed like spacemen wait to attend to the containers. A cargo vessel comes within 50 metres of running aground, but she gets away. On either side of our coast the rocks claimed giant barges. One towers over a little fishing hamlet, the other is dashed to pieces on the rocks.

the whales despair

A few weeks ago about 50 pilot whales beached on the coast near us on the Cape Peninsula. It was cold - our winter weather has settled in. One of the downsides of the ease of communication is that it went out on the local radio stations, hundreds of people flocked to watch. In their concern they tried to re float the whales as quickly as possible. The sad thing was that the experts on what to do arrived too late. The whales were being handled willy nilly by a well-meaning public. Unfortunately one has to get the lead whale in first - anyone who has seen "Whale Rider" will remember the agony of trying to identify the leader. Otherwise they just beach again. Eventually our heavy handed municipality or SanParks people stepped in. They shot the whales. The reverberation of those shots circled the world eliciting condemnation from nature afficionados from many countries. Too much done by most, too little done by those who had the power to make an informed decision. For purposes of convenience they slaughtered these beautiful mystical beasts.
Gaia cried...

Storm over Table Mountain

Yesterday morning the Cape Of Storms lived up to it's name. We were treated to an awesome display of Nature's Light Show. The veined lightning struck the ground with tremendous ferocity and the thunder caused the glass in the windows to vibrate. Here are shots taken before dawn of Table Mountain and Cape Town City Centre.

Cape Peninsula Tour 5

Then back to the Indian Ocean for tea, the shadows growing longer. Muizenberg mountain is left in the first picture from the bottom, Cape Point, the south-western most tip of Africa in the distance in the next pic. Then towards home and the little cove of St James with it's beautiful bathing boxes from the turn of the last century. Up Muizenberg mountain as the sun sinks, taking the scenic route - the whole of False Bay in the view. The paralell waves stream into the shore and round the corner we can see home across the small lake and lastly - the tour over welcome to our home! There is always room for friends :-)