Day 5 - (Sunday); Clear Again Hi 83
Ok, so this is taking longer than expected. I hope to keep the last 5 days brief.
We woke up Sunday morning and decided to go to church. Christina met a kind lady in a Young Life hat at Table Mountain the day before. She was visiting her missionary friend who works in Johannesburg and they decided to explore Cape Town for a few days. Christina asked her if she could recommend any churches, to which she replied, 'yes, there's a baptist church on _____ street, a baptist church in ________, oh, there's a great baptist church in _________, and if you're really in a pinch you can find a baptist church on _______ ave.' We all had a good laugh. It was all very reminiscent of people who go to COS and call it THE church.
Pickings were slim for churches in Cape Town but we passed a small Presbyterian church in a nice area of town on Saturday and decided to try it out. Unfortunately, none of us remembered how to get there so we started driving around the streets in hopes of randomly finding it. A turn around a corner, and a quick GASP!/'PRAISE GOD!' from Maggie meant one thing: We found a Calvary Chapel in Cape Town.
The service was fairly basic - a number of songs followed by a short sermon. The people were very friendly, but the weather was hot and apparently some of the folks didn't wear deodorant. Poor Joe had to sit next to someone who smelled like they bathed in fart.
After church we decided to head to Camps Bay for a day at the beach. A quick lunch was followed by a couple hours of sunbathing. The beach itself was wonderful. The wide, sweeping white sand was bookended by huge boulders. A quick look behind you revealed the wonderful 12 Apostles mountain range. Definitely the most beautiful beach I've been on.
Being that it was a Sunday the beach was fairly crowded, but not Ocean-City-in-July crowded. Once Christina was sufficiently burned to a crisp, we headed back to the hotel for a quick nap and shower before heading off to Joe's Birthday dinner at Cape Grace. Cape Grace is one of the top 50 hotels in the world and is featured in nearly every postcard, picture, and movie set in Cape Town. It is surprisingly small and quaint. Opulent without pretension. Again, the meal was wonderful (aside from Christina's god-awful risotto). I had Cape Salmon which is completely different than our salmon. Not only is it white and non-fishy, but has the texture of seared tuna. Very enjoyable. It was clear that a bad meal was going to be hard to come by this week.
We went back to the hotel for a quick 'nightcap' (the waiter had no idea what a martini was - can you imagine?) and headed to bed early due to the 6am wake up call coming on Monday - Safari Day.
We woke up Sunday morning and decided to go to church. Christina met a kind lady in a Young Life hat at Table Mountain the day before. She was visiting her missionary friend who works in Johannesburg and they decided to explore Cape Town for a few days. Christina asked her if she could recommend any churches, to which she replied, 'yes, there's a baptist church on _____ street, a baptist church in ________, oh, there's a great baptist church in _________, and if you're really in a pinch you can find a baptist church on _______ ave.' We all had a good laugh. It was all very reminiscent of people who go to COS and call it THE church.
Pickings were slim for churches in Cape Town but we passed a small Presbyterian church in a nice area of town on Saturday and decided to try it out. Unfortunately, none of us remembered how to get there so we started driving around the streets in hopes of randomly finding it. A turn around a corner, and a quick GASP!/'PRAISE GOD!' from Maggie meant one thing: We found a Calvary Chapel in Cape Town.
The service was fairly basic - a number of songs followed by a short sermon. The people were very friendly, but the weather was hot and apparently some of the folks didn't wear deodorant. Poor Joe had to sit next to someone who smelled like they bathed in fart.
After church we decided to head to Camps Bay for a day at the beach. A quick lunch was followed by a couple hours of sunbathing. The beach itself was wonderful. The wide, sweeping white sand was bookended by huge boulders. A quick look behind you revealed the wonderful 12 Apostles mountain range. Definitely the most beautiful beach I've been on.
Being that it was a Sunday the beach was fairly crowded, but not Ocean-City-in-July crowded. Once Christina was sufficiently burned to a crisp, we headed back to the hotel for a quick nap and shower before heading off to Joe's Birthday dinner at Cape Grace. Cape Grace is one of the top 50 hotels in the world and is featured in nearly every postcard, picture, and movie set in Cape Town. It is surprisingly small and quaint. Opulent without pretension. Again, the meal was wonderful (aside from Christina's god-awful risotto). I had Cape Salmon which is completely different than our salmon. Not only is it white and non-fishy, but has the texture of seared tuna. Very enjoyable. It was clear that a bad meal was going to be hard to come by this week.
We went back to the hotel for a quick 'nightcap' (the waiter had no idea what a martini was - can you imagine?) and headed to bed early due to the 6am wake up call coming on Monday - Safari Day.
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