Out in Cape Town with work and am awoken by seals that sleep on the pontoon below my hotel window. They bark like big dogs and I watch them for hours, so full of personality. Spent the last couple of days escaping the waterfront and visited Robben Island to see the small cell where Nelson Mandela spent 18 years. We were shown around by an ex-political prisoner who had been incarcerated there, it was humbling stuff and makes you feel very lucky and very priviliaged.
Table Mountain frames everything and you get your co-ordinates here by looking up. It reminds me a little of Grenoble, with the mountains rising up just beyond the spread of the city. Waves are big at the beach and crash down with dynamite boom. This must be why all the hip hop bands use huge bass sounds - there are tons of great record shops and if you ask for some recommendations then there's a real mix of stuff you can get to hear. I'll be home with some fine tunes.
photos and links when I get back - I'm in one of those backpacker internet cafes.