Dorje and I spend way too much time locked up in the house. Literally.
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Occasionally we need to make a break for it.

Thirty seconds into a walk, Dorje can be complaining he’s tired. That is, unless he’s looking for treasure, or being chased by baddies.

I wasn’t sure how our walk up to a lookout point on Table Mountain would go, as it’s mostly steep uphill all the way. I needn’t have worried, as we were both looking for treasure and chased by woses, so we were up in no time.

Dorje seemed to enjoy taking some pictures of me.

But we weren’t safe on the mountain. There were woses, trolls and all sorts of nasties chasing us back and forth.

Luckily we found time to eat.

That’s more than can be said for a couple of Americans we met. Descending at about 15h30, we met the two of them on their way up Platteklip. They asked how far it was, and told us how hungover they were from their night of drinking. One of them was celebrating a birthday. After they left, I realised that, though they were only about a quarter of the way up, their bottle of water was almost empty, and their small bags didn’t seem to have to enough space to carry much warm clothing.

I hope the woses didn’t get them.