Dangerous sea critters

Photo: Mark Taylor

The sea around Mooloobaba is dangerous.

Like this fella, who took more than passing interest in my tasty looking yet finely tuned body.

He came from nowhere and was coming at me fast, and then right over me as I fumbled for my camera. I was so glad that there was 4 inches of acrylic material between me and son-of-jaws.

Sometimes you just get lucky

My room here is on the far side, looking towards the beach and Hottentots Holland mountains

Oh I could get all painful and write about times on trips spent in uncomfortable or in less than salubrious accomodations - after all they are missionary trips for the most part ... but I will resist the temptation and just say how blessed I feel this week to be in a place like I am actually in. It is a really nice place to be, and certainly has a much better view than my usual office window that looks out onto the grey wall of the next-door BT workshops buildings. Next week we will be meeting up with Michelle, Jason, and their boys, in a much more modest holiday flat, but who cares as long as we can be with family.

Wrecked in Hout Bay

Stopped briefly in Hout Bay, at the famous Mariner's Wharf restaurant, to get a quick walk on the white sands of Hout Bay's beaches, and look at some of the character of the boats in the old harbour. This wrecked fishing vessel is indignantly beached there, slowly rotting away, and a favourite resting spot for hundreds of seagulls who have learned to steal right out of the hands of tourists. Ah, the New South Africa, where stealing is part of the tourism industry.