multiblogging

Been meaning to write some blogs.  Wanted to write about my last few hikes, one up and down Table Mountain in record time, for me at least, another one at the said most dangerous hike in Cape Town, between Llandudno and Hout Bay, via the coast.  Wanted to describe the exhilaration of adrenaline-pumping hiking terrain, narrow tunnels, scary cliffs and the joys of rope burns on your delicate palms and wanted to ponder about the effects of the mental exhaustion versus the physical challenge that left me intellectually incapacitated for the better part of a learning curve work week. 

The unbearable lightness of being

The truth is that I’m actually quite a good sleeper.  A pleasant sleeper really.  Usually I just lie there quietly on my bed, not being a nuisance to anyone;  minding my own rest.  I’m the kind that will go back to sleep rather easily after being woken by something/someone.  I don’t get upset with the amplified bellowing of strangers on my street, coming home from Rafiki’s.  I’m a peaceful sleeper.  Sleep and let sleep, that sort of thing.