Rocking gently in the snug harbor beneath Table Mountain; our little tug boat has done its dawn duty. This is a place of new bird calls and amazing beauty, sparkling hillsides, dark silhouette of
peaks, pastel wash of morning sky.
Now we will have some hours in which the port authorities record our passports and approve us for land. I will spend that time packing for my safari which has been changed to a 4 a.m. departure tomorrow.
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