Cape Town: heritage day

Sunday 25th September

After the excitement and frankly trauma of the last 2 days, I wake up refreshed and ready to enjoy my holiday.

Paul is still attending his conference as you know and after breakfast, I am left to my own devices. We have organized for the husband of another conference attendee to show me the shopping district which it the at the waterfront of Cape Town. There is shopping, restaurants and lots of touristy stuff. Perfect.  There is a shuttle bus to and from the hotel every half hour.  This is a great hotel.

Glen is then joined by John, another husband of an attendee and we all hop on the shuttle bus. Once there we go our separate ways before meeting for lunch.


The shopping center is huge. And right on the waterfront.






We had lunch at a seafood restaurant overlooking the harbour.  Beautiful. My companions and scene below.
  



We then had a walk around the harbour front. There was a really huge monstrous yacht moored and it was so huge it had an airplane on the front deck and a motorboat underneath sort of.  So monstrous that there were signs along the wharf kind of warning people off as in don't ask the crew any questions,  it is registered in the Isle of Man or something.  All a little bit sus.  I took a couple of pictures of the plane. That yacht was huge. 







We walked to a center selling African goods and basically souvenirs but they included huge and quite amazing things. However  I had my photo taken with dead animals. Awful. 





That night was the conference dinner which was to be a  formal affair and being Heritage day, people were to attend with some thing of their heritage. 
Paul wore his indigenous shirt and I had jewelry reflecting the colors of the Italian flag. Not a huge effort was made and most of the other  delegates had either not known about the heritage thing or not bothered.
This is us


It was a great night with entertainment including the 4 tenors and then a band. We danced. 


The African delegates led the dancing and were enthusiastic singers and dancers. It was an evening of good will and good times.




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