Wake at 0300hrs. Oh. My. God. I’m. Dying. Severe chest pains. It’s a heart attack. I’m too young to die. Aaaarrrggghhh.
Spend the next hour thinking this is it. Until I realise it’s acute indigestion. That’s what happens when you eat late. And perhaps slightly over indulge in gin, champagne, wine, port and a 20 year old brandy. Perhaps.
Breakfast served by an annoying, ingratiating, obsequious waiter who is just a bit too effeminate for my liking. He’ll get a slap if he carries on like that. Japanes amuse themselves by creating ornate origami.
Scenery much more interesting as we’ve now crossed the Karoo desert and trundling through the mountain ranges. Arrive Cape Town station. Not very enticing. Low level grey concrete affair straight out of the 70s. So. This is it. The final station.
