“I rule the world, and in my world, anything is possible”
(Above: Table Bay at sunset with Table Mountain behind)
The sun was low on the horizon, and the waves were crashing in Table Bay. Dotted all around like multi-coloured seagulls were dozens of kite surfers, weaving the waves amidst a shipwreck not more than a few hundred metres from shore, its rusted metal mast sticking out of the water in an awkward angle, its spine broken in two.
This wasn’t called the Cape of Storms for nothing.
From our perch on the second storey restaurant, the scene outside was rather sublime.
“Come on man, challenge yourself”, our South African friend Mielies said to the waiter, who till then, was adamant that the portions of the starters could not be adjusted to accomodate three instead of two. He looked clearly awkward.
“I rule the world, and in my world, anything is possible, make it happen”, she continued.
“I’ll speak to the kitchen and see what I can do”, the waiter mumbled apologetically before disappearing.
We looked out of the windows, the sun had crept a little lower in the horizon and some of the kite surfers were starting to get out of the water. Traffic ambled slowly by on the promenade, the drivers apparently in no rush to get anywhere, their arms hanging out of the door windows, their faces in the sea breeze.
Our starters arrived. The waiter grinning widely, said, “Enjoy!”
There were three skewers on the plate.