Strange title eh? Let me explain.
It's funny but trouble or incidents of differing types seem to always gravitate towards me and this morning proved to be no exception. And all we were doing was having breakfast!
Breakfast is a very pleasant experience at The Lord Charles and this morning we took a table on the sun-kissed terrace alongside the stream that flows through the middle of the hotel. Gorgeous and unlike yesterday, not a breath of wind.
It's a buffet type arrangement which requires several visits from your table to the generous and wonderful array of fresh produce laid out at the breakfast bar inside. Being the gentleman that I am, Linda went first, returning with a delicious looking bowl of fresh fruit and yoghurt whilst I ordered our morning coffee and tea.
My turn and as I got up to walk into the hotel through the only door open, a German guest with a plateful of bacon, eggs, sausages, beans and whatever else he could cram on his plate was heading towards me. Instead of waiting for me to get through the door, he clearly thought that the remainder of the sliding doors were open! In actual fact, they weren't, they were merely very highly polished and therefore presenting the impression of not being there.
Splatt! He hit the door full on, sausages one way, bacon the other and the remaining contents of his plate quickly proving that there was indeed a door there as they slid slowly to the ground. I very quickly went to assist but in true Germanic fashion, he brushed the incident off as a mere inconvenience and continued to his table. Very impressive recovery I felt.
It was only when I returned to our table and looked back at the offending door that tears started to form in my eyes. For any of you that have experienced a bird strike against one of your own windows, it can leave a mesmerising outline of the bird on the glass, hopefully without long term damage to the feathered friend. Well in this case, it left a wonderful image of our German friend but I am happy to report that he still appeared to enjoy his breakfast without any ill effects.
The only other thing I wanted to write about very briefly is a touch of magic, black or otherwise I'm not sure, but magic nonetheless and it relates specifically to our long term hire car, the Toyota Etios.
When we left home, Ann and Paul, our friends who join us next week, kindly ran us to the airport in their rather large and very comfy Mercedes Estate, a vehicle almost twice the size of a Toyota Etios. Despite its size, we still had to carry one of our cabin bags in the back seat of the car.
When we were allocated our car at the Avis hire centre in Cape Town Airport, I thought we were really in trouble and would have to carry a couple of bags on the rear seat. None of it. Every suitcase, piece of cabin baggage and even my laptop case all fit comfortably into the cavernous boot with room to spare for a touch more! How could this be? Clearly, Toyota have got their hands on the design spec of Dr Who's Tardis and applied it to this latest model. I keep looking at it and still can't work it out.
Anyway, a great day here on the Western Cape, with not a cloud to be seen.
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