I climbed Table Mountain in flip flops and all I got was this lousy t-shirt

Thursday: I decided to go up the Table Cable, so I drove the matchbox up the winding 'Kloof Road' to the Cable station, but when I got there the queue stretched all the way down the road and looked as though it would take hours to get to the front!! Perhaps foolishly I decided to climb Table Mountain on foot. I had no water, no suncream on, no sunhat, nobody with me, and I was wearing flip flops!! To boot it was just past midday and there was hardly a cloud in the sky so it was very hot. But I decided balls to it, I was walking up Table Mountain! The first few hundred metres of the path were steep and almost put me off, but I decided to soldier on. I came to a signpost that described the more direct route up the mountain as 'more dangerous' and that there was some steep climbing, perhaps not suitable for flip flops. I decided to take the recommended route, so I took a path that traversed the mountain for a while then wound up a steep gorge. As with all mountains the top seemed to get further away the further I progressed, but the incredible views kept me going. Everyone I encountered on my way made some comment or other about my flip flops, as though I was the first person in history to scale the mountain in such footwear! A sign at the bottom said that a 'resonably fit person' should reach the top in two and a half hours, I did it in two, so I guess that makes me uberfit!! The top wasn't quite as I expected, it was rocky and uneven (for some reason I was expecting it to be as flat as a football pitch) , but the views were breathtaking. I stopped in the cafe on the top for the beer and bottle of water I had repeatedly promised myself on the way up and then without much delay jumped on the cablecar to get down. The floor of the cablecar revolved on the way down to give me a panoramic view, which was interesting!! When I got down I decided to drive along a coastal road I had seen from the top which wound alongside some beautiful white sandy beaches and some impressive houses that must be worth millions!! Eventually I came to Hout bay and took a little walk along the beach, paddling in the shorebreak. It was very nice and I remember thinking 'I could get used to this'. After that I went back to Honray's flat, after a while he came home from work and we went to Camps bay for a couple of beers over an impressive sunset. Then we had dinner at a Chinese restaurant he likes near his flat before returning to Camps bay and frequenting a club called ignite, which soon filled with hot chicks. We had several 'pixie dust' shooters, which is a mix of tequila and absinthe and blows one's head off. These and a few rum and cokes and few beers saw to it that I was well and truly drunk by the time I crashed into bed. A thoroughly enjoyable and rewarding day all round.