The following post might offend more sensitive viewers.
I am posting early today.
Because this post is just bubbling to come out.
You all know how I love to laugh.
And yesterday, I did.
So much so I could hardly hold my camera.
We went for our drive.
Just outside Simonstown we came across a crowd of baboons.
Baboons with massive attitude.
They took over the road.
Adults lay around.
Completely ignoring the traffic building up on both sides.
One large male jumped on the roof of our car.
Bounded off the bonnet and lay down in front of the car.
Here he is.
At this point I need to tell you he was not hiding his private parts.
If I wasn’t a sweet old granny I would say that was baboonspeak for “fuck you”
Oooops I just did say it.
Both men in the car went the colour of overripe tomatoes.
Couldn’t look me in the eye.
I,on the other hand, was almost wetting myself.
The Frenchman has gone back with a never to be forgotten memory.
And,just to rub it in, I am going to e-mail him the photo.
Talking of the Frenchman.
The big reveal.
By popular demand.
The Frenchman is the one on the left.
He really wanted to see whales.
We saw one with a baby.
Which just sort of lay around.
Not the most exciting picture in the world.
We also spent about ten minutes staring at ,what I suspect was, a rock.
A whole tour bus was doing the same thing.
Twenty minutes after we got back to work my son phoned.
There were several whales in the bay.
Leaping around the place.
Unfortunately, the Frenchman had already left or I would have taken him back.
One final photograph.
Taken from the car.
Because it was drizzling.
I love my zoom.
The King Protea.
Our national flower.
Now let me get back to work.