West Coast

It is officially one week until I will be standing at the Sea-Tac airport in good old Seattle. Ahh (: Today we had plans with Gregg to head out to the west coast. He wanted to take us to a town called Langebaan, to a “restaurant” called Strandloper. Strandloper is pretty famous to Capetonians. It is a seafood eatery right on the beach waterfront; the tables are all dug in the sand, and you sit on makeshift rock chairs with your feet in the sand and eat a nine course meal. Everything they feed you is fresh out of the ocean right in front of us, and is cooked on ‘grills’ that are built into the sand around the tables. It sounded cool when he described it, and I was really excited, I just wasn’t quite expecting the way he arrived to ‘fetch’ (how South African of me :) us.

He arrived in a ‘bus’ (once more, how South African of me hehe ;) that holds seventeen people, and it was FULL minus one seat left for me. I was most certainly not expecting him to bring his whole gang of friends—I thought it was just going to be him, Miles and I. How wrong was I. The drive took about an hour and a half, but was fun. Everyone he brought was so nice and very funny, so we pretty much laughed the whole way there. When we arrived, we were all so hungry and ready to eat. The owners were expecting us, so quickly brought us to our table. The first course had just been cooked, so we arrived right in time and were able to start eating immediately.

Everything was amazingly delicious. All of the seafood was the best I have ever eaten. They also had homemade bread with every course and that was amazing as well. After the ‘meal’ was done, we had the finale of homemade coffee and koeksisters, which was fabulous as well. It was such a beautiful perfect day too, so the overall day was incredible. We were all SO full and ready to head back, so we did. The car ride home was definitely a lot quieter than the way up there, but it was relaxing and nice. We dropped everyone off, and Miles and I went to Gregg’s house to wait for traffic to die down before he took us home. Traffic here is terrible sometimes, and can take hours to get somewhere that would normally take half an hour. While waiting, we headed to Café Caprice in Camps Bay (Gregg lives up the road, in Camps Bay as well), and had drinks and dessert—this was quite a few hours after eating. And then home we eventually went. We had a very lovely day today.