We had choices, zip lining or bungee jumping. At a 260 metre drop, the bungee jump is the longest in the world and has been done by South African politicians and world celebrities.
This is where the bungee jump was to happen.
We did choose the slightly more sedate zip lining. We knew all about ziplining from Canada, although we did not do it there. Of course you go downhill when ziplining, though R amused us when he reached a zip line station safely and then came half way back to us. Ah, R has safely done this one. No, wait, he is coming back again. He missed his footing and had to hand over hand himself to the zip line station. We had two guides, the gorgeous Nigel, and some chick. She went ahead and Nigel followed. We being busy and active, so no photos. I expected there would be a vehicle at the bottom to take us back to our coach. But no, we had to walk 650 metres up a steep hill. Nigel and his companion were patient as we oldies kept stopping for a breather.
It rained while we ziplining. We were at quite a high elevation. Little Jo's words were ringing in my ear, there is no bad weather, just inappropriate clothing, and my short sleeved shirt was inappropriate. Of course I put on bravado. Not cold at all. I am fine. I was freezing cold and the fire, food and hot drinks were most welcome back at the base. For the first time the coach heating kicked in and it was welcomed by me as my shirt dried.
A nice enough place for lunch. We skipped the optional walk and boardwalk walk. I don't think we missed much. Why aren't these dudes actually going anywhere?
We watched a kayaker come out and rescue this bloke who had fallen out of his kayak. No sooner was the rescuer back at shore, than the same tosser fell out of his kayak again. The rescuer had to come out again and put the bloke back in his kayak. Why does this stupid man keep falling out of his kayak? R informed, staff training to rescue kayakers.
This is a fast boat for tourists, that goes up and over waves, hopefully.
Tourists were loaded and off the boat went out into heavy seas.
Of course there were waves and rough seas, wherever we were.
That night we stayed at Cape St Francis.