I thought the word “snorkel” to myself, over and over, and undertook a very limited exploration of every opinion I’d ever had on the subject.
Here Comes Mr. Clearsighted Humanitarian
Just a normal type of Christine Lagarde-looking older German lady tourist with a big fucking green beaded necklace and some spectacles with red frames standing right in the doorway of a bad restaurant on Long Street.
There is no one like a tired parent for seizing the opportunity to get absolutely fucked up in record time.
I know this is true because I have it, and so does my friend.
The most ridiculous of outings.
Table Mountain's steep footpaths are open to anybody willing to take them.
You stare out the window as if your life depends on it.