Jean was at the airport to greet us. This was welcome on two counts: first, it was lovely to see her, and second, the car we have rented is a Kia Picanto – a vehicle clearly designed to fit no more than two midget squirrels. Tony and the luggage opted for the comfort of Jean’s much more spacious Toyota, while the children braved my navigation of Cape Town’s traffic (Capetonians are notoriously awful drivers. If traffic regulations do exist – which I doubt – it appears to be a point of principle to pay them no attention whatsoever).
We made it without incident from the airport to the house we are renting: 59 Central Drive, Camps Bay – a stone’s throw from the beach, and down the road from where Tony grew up. The day was mostly spent recovering, unpacking, grocery shopping (for necessities such as biltong, droëwors, and Simonsberg Madagascan green peppercorn camembert), swimming (yes, in Camps Bay seawater), feeling nostalgic, and wondering what the answer is to Nick’s and Charlotte’s bewildered – and repeated – question, “Uh, why did you leave?”