Last December, my family joined us on our trip when they came out to Spain for Christmas. They’ve since had an open invite to join us wherever they wish, and my sister decided to make a guest appearance in Cape Town. She arrived a couple of days after us, and fortunately for her, a couple of days after the mammouth storms also. It’s lovely to see her and have her travel with us, especially as it means we get to stay in more upmarket hostels and guesthouses – Helen doesn’t do scum :o)

What she does do is cake. Get her on the subject and you may be listening for some time. So what better introduction to Cape Town than to have high tea at the grand Table Bay Hotel, where delicate sandwiches are followed by scones, jam and cream, and the last course is a delightful selection of around twenty plus fancy cakes and pastries. All accompanied by copious amounts of tea and live harp music. Dave and I had reserved the best table with the comfiest chairs, overlooking the bay and we had a luxurious afternoon catching up with Helen.

We left feeling stuffed and slightly disappointed that we hadn’t been able to eat more. Perhaps we should have asked our attentive waiter for a doggy-bag…

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