Table Mountain, my mountain

I love Table Mountain in Cape Town. I have never lived in the Cape, but the mountain feels like my mountain. When I visit the Mother City the first thing I do when I approach is look for the mountain and the last thing I do when leaving is say goodbye to it. Its been a couple of years since my last visit and I got all tingly with excitement when I decided to drive down to Cape Town for the Survivor South Africa auditions last weekend. I would see my mountain again.

The mountain was hiding under its cloud blanket for most of the weekend,
but did show itself for a view across from Blouberg Strand on the Monday morning before I left.

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