7/11: Into Cape Town

We woke up early this morning to head out to the nearest airport in Durban, a 3+ hour drive from our farmhouse. From there, we were flying to Cape Town, to begin the civilized part of our trip. We saw lots of interesting sites on the beginning of the drive:

Here are Zulu houses:

And here's how they mow their grass:

And then we hit the mountainous roads. And I resumed my role as the carsick passenger, except in the extreme sense this time around. I doubt any of you have ever thrown up on cow carcasses on the side of the road...Claire decided she needed to join in on the fun, too, so we had a swell drive into Durban. I'm sure Lauren and Chris especially enjoyed it.

We finally made it to the airport and got checked in and ready for our flight into Cape Town. The weather in Cape Town was supposedly horrible, and we were expecting a pretty rough flight, but everything went well. Claire was disappointed this plane didn't have tv's build into the seats, but she was fine with getting to watch Mickey on Daddy's computer.

We landed in Cape Town in between storms, picked up our next set of vans, and headed to our house. We were staying in a great, big house at the foot of Table Mountain, with views of the valley out our back porch. And there was even a vineyard in our back yard. Quite a nice change of pace from the farmhouse.

We went out to a nice seafood dinner, then came back to call it a night. By this time the storms had picked up again, and we could hear the howling of the wind and the lashing of the rain on our windows all night.