We traversed past the ostrich carcasses to the top of Cape Point, which is truly one of the most beautiful places in the world. Straddling the chilly waters of the Atlantic and the temperate waters of the Indian Oceans, tempests have been known to arise in a matter of minutes, almost swallowing Vasco Da Gama and his crew whole. Cape Point was breathtaking, with at least 400 foot cliffs descending into the Ocean, and tall waves crashing into the mountainside. Needless to say, none of us walked out past the cozy confines of the lighthouse area.
After summiting Cape Point, we drove down to the coastal road below to watch the sunset. We climbed up onto the large boulders as the waves crashed in the background. With the sunset in the background, it sure was lovely. Realizing that the park closed 20 minutes earlier, we hopped into the car, and raced for the exit, only to discover we were locked in for the night!!! With only a smattering of peanut butter, some jelly, and Justin's body warmth, I knew we'd be safe...at least until the baboons came. But then out of nowhere, we drove up to the gate, and through the magic of modern technology, the stop gate opened, providing our escape. With the sky darkening, we soon found ourselves driving up the western coast of Africa and increasingly lost. Fortunately, due to Rachel's driving prowess and handling of the left side of the road, she and Justin navigated us to safety.
After arriving home, we grabbed a slice of pizza at St Elmo's, the La Piazza of South African pizza joints. Actually, the pizza was positively awful. The crust was like flexible matzah, the sauce tepid, and the cheese flavorless at best. We tried to mask it with salt, hot sauce, eating only the topping covered portions, but ultimately not eating it was the best option. There truly is nothing better than New York Pizza. (And will one of you commenters out there please tell Justin and Rachel that New York Pizza is so good because of NY water, which is even imported from other pizza parlors nationally. If you can provide a link to a site, explaining this, it would be most helpful.)
Tomorrow, off we go to Hermanus and whale watching!
-Andrew
After arriving home, we grabbed a slice of pizza at St Elmo's, the La Piazza of South African pizza joints. Actually, the pizza was positively awful. The crust was like flexible matzah, the sauce tepid, and the cheese flavorless at best. We tried to mask it with salt, hot sauce, eating only the topping covered portions, but ultimately not eating it was the best option. There truly is nothing better than New York Pizza. (And will one of you commenters out there please tell Justin and Rachel that New York Pizza is so good because of NY water, which is even imported from other pizza parlors nationally. If you can provide a link to a site, explaining this, it would be most helpful.)
Tomorrow, off we go to Hermanus and whale watching!
-Andrew
4 comments:
is that a great white's unit jutting out of the water in the pic below the ostriches?? Watch out seals!
"The most noticeable difference between New York-style and other American pizzas is its thin and crispy hand-tossed crust, made from a high-gluten bread flour. The flavor of the crust has sometimes been attributed to the minerals present in the New York City tap water used to make the dough. It is said that some out-of-state pizza makers even transport the water cross-country for the sake of authenticity."
from the all reliable wikipedia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York-style_pizza
the Schatz household has a comment to make: although we love Andrew "dearly", we find Rachel's blogs to be so much more informative and believable; perhaps Rachel should do most of the blogs?
Gabrielle, Sara, Felicia and Howard
uhhh Did Rach really run over a baby ostrich?
I can back you up on the pizza - same goes for bagels!
Post a Comment