I've been waking up to some amazing views lately. This morning, in Cape Town, from the patio of my fabulous room at The Dock House - a sublimely chic six-room villa-type boutique hotel in what used to be the Residence of the Harbour Engineer in the mid-1800s - I woke up to this:
The historic Timeball Tower is literally outside my room. As in, if I were Spiderman, I could effortlessly leap off my balustraded balcony straight onto the tower's spire. Just beyond my room, meters away, is Cape Town's famous V&A Waterfront, which reminds me so much of San Francisco. And looming enigmatically above the city is, of course, Table Mountain.
It's been a almost two years since I've visited Cape Town and every time I'm here I wonder why I don't return more often. There really is something about being by the sea that gives the place such a chilled vibe. Just today I went all over the city, from Green Point to Long Street to Camps Bay and De Waterkant before heading back to the hotel and now I'm in my balcony sipping an especially fragrant Chinese tea served with great ceremony by staff clad in crisp white Raj-inspired tunic-and-pants ensembles.
A tea ball is dropped into the water, and after five minutes or so of brewing, the leafy ball blossoms into a flower. Mine was a marigold and gloemaranth:
Love the subdued glamor of The Dock House. Last night I slept in this bed:
Everything was perfect. The only thing missing was the man. But that's okay. He was missing me too.
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