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 |    My random thoughts and reactions to my everyday life. The voices like a forum. |
| I do not know quite what happened or when , but my hubby and I now qualify for seniors' discounts at some venues. This creates a quandary; in order to save money, but not face, we have to admit to our age. HMMMM..... We definitely do not consider ourselves to be old. In this day and age ,when people as a whole are living longer and healthier lives why are 'young seniors', those in their fifties, like moi, considered 'old'?? It's so true that age is just a perception! "Maturity" is very objective/subjective, and I object! Whew, a few years have skittered by since I composed this biography block. Those "fifties" are in the rear view mirror and they are distant, fond memories. Oh, I do not plan to stop writing any time soon. |
Day 22 Cape Town Okay, today I slowed down. Yesterday's ramblings were intense. I decided to stop and smell the roses, so I visited the Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens. Wow! Strolling amongst all things lush and thriving is peaceful. I inhaled deeply and let the atmosphere envelop me. Amazing sculptures greeted me to stop and stare. Creative people never fail to awe me. I discovered a fascinating bit of steel and timber I could not resist, the Canopy Walkway. This is brilliant! A sculptural walkway / bridge inspired by the skeleton of a snake wrapped in among a forest. No wonder it has a nickname of "boomslang", tree snake. This marvel snakes its way through tree canopy up to 12 metres above the ground. I meandered amongst and above tree branches. The green blanketed me. Feeling revived, I chose to embark upon a short hike along the Stinkwood Trail. The name spoke to me. I marveled at the immense surviving three cape chestnut trees. They are far more impressive than the chestnut trees in the front yard of my childhood home. Alas, the native trees were victims of heavy deforestation. I learned that the stinkwood is now a protected tree. It had been harvested for furniture timber. It is considered an evergreen and also known as the cape walnut or cape laurel. The nickname arose from the discovery that a fresh felled tree emitted a strong odour. The indigenous strip the bark for traditional medecine. Where I reside, birch bark suffers the same fate. Leaving the beautiful gardens I returned to the luxury five-star hotel, The Silo. What an unusual name for a first class establishment, but the site once housed old grain silos. There is nothing agricultural about it! It sits above the Zeitz Museum of Contemporary Art Africa which is temporarily closed. My room is airy, spacious and sumptuous with stunning cityscape views. I opt to lounge in the spectacular rooftop pool. It is like soaking and swimming with the horizon. I believe this is an infinity pool. Few walls or barriers contain the water. This is the life! Lyn's a sly fox  I am spoiled. |
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