My goal was to hike up Table Mountain and take the cable down. I went with a Canuck and it was late in the day and so we took the cable up and back. What a view though. I loved spending Friday happy hour there.
I remember taking a taxi back to Long Street and being flustered by the cabbie. They warn you that taxi drivers take advantage of tourists and so my friend, the Canuck, and I tried to have the driver confirm a price before taking off. He seemed a little sketchy but thankfully did not over charge us. Afterwards, Andrew (the Canuck) and I had dinner at a game restaurant. It was near the hostel. Interesting decor and wonderful food. I believe Andrew had a skewer of exotic meats and I stuck with chicken. Lame, I suppose. I wasn't too adventurous when it came to food that night.
This image spoke to me. I love it. Still love it, in fact. Wish that I could return and spend more on this beach. I have some loose plans of where I would like to go this year. I think on Thursday (my next day off), I will take the time to consider where I would like to venture. I know that I will be heading to Arizona for yoga training, Austin for a celebration of life and hopefully, abroad--I'm thinking Spain--at some point 2015. Outside of that, I don't know. I know that there will be more trips and places to explore. Maybe a return to California.
Isla de Corazon, Argentina. Another favorite spot that I found while traveling. I had taken a 19 hour bus ride from Buenos Aires to Bariloche. We arrived in this great little town that reminded me of some of the mountain towns in Colorado. I checked into my hostel and saw that they had a few day trips available. There was a hiking venture to this spot, lunch and more hiking to a black glacier. The tour was all in spanish. I understood the majority of what was being said but had difficulty in responding. I took a passive role. I spent the majority of the day with an Italian man from Florence. His camera wasn't working and so I took many photos of him to document his day. We went to dinner that evening. A vegetarian restaurant that many people raved about. We drank wine and enjoyed a great meal. Lorenzo was married and yet, still, so Italian. Meaning macho. He insisted on ordering the wine, ordering my food and essentially taking charge. I thought it was funny. Typical machismo.
Yes, I have visited beautiful places, found solitude and dined with interesting people. I am wanting to do more of this in 2015. More travel, food and meeting people.