A different side of the Cape

A different side of the Cape

I’m becoming tired of these cold winter days. The melancholic loop of eating,sleeping and online gambling on my laptop is an easy escape from braving the harsh chill. I’m also not sure of how much more rain my scooter can endure. Precious little I predict. Outside of my office windows, dark clouds coat Table Mountain in an endless blanket of misery. Thankfully, it is nothing such as what the UK has to endure. They have their summers, but the shorts and flip-flops come out at ridiculous temperatures such as 18 or 19 degrees. I need a tan, I need the sun burning the flesh on my sickly winter skin once. Bronzed, happy and fitter is my new decree.