Day 11, May 27, 2013: I wake up to another deluge. They get serious rain here. It is over by 8:00am, but it looks to be another overcast day. No Table Mountain for me on this trip. I decide to forego the Blue Bus and jump on the Red Bus. Both double-decker buses are similar to the Grey Line buses we have in major cities of the USA. You buy a 1 or 2 day pass and get on or off at various drop-off points in the area. The Blue runs to the environs of Cape Town. I had already seen the peninsula and the wine country, so I go with the Red that runs from the waterfront through the city center to Table Mountain and then down to the west coast back to our starting point. My plans to hop off to visit some of the museums are thwarted by the odd times of operation. One word of advice to anyone coming to visit this country; do your research regarding what you wish to visit and verify its days/times of operation. It seems like most tourist sites have different opening or closing times or days that they are closed. Since every museum I had planned to visit in the afternoon is closed or will be soon, I stay on the bus for another go round, this time on top, to get some better photos. I’m forgetting that my Irish skin can get cooked even when it’s overcast. I throw some sunscreen on when I feel my head heating up. It was a little too late. When I get back to the hotel I see that I have a little red all over my head and face. Even though it was too cloudy to go to the top of Table Mountain, it was still a great view of the city from the drop-off point at the visitor's center. You get a great up-close view of Lion’s Head as well. Back down the twisting-turning road to continue on north through the west coast towns of Camps Bay, Bantry Bay and others. We can just get a glimpse of Robben Island. Another destination I didn’t have time to see. After passing the oldest light house in South Africa, we arrive at the waterfront. I search for another restaurant for my last dinner in Cape Town. As I’m searching I see my waiter from the Harbour House restaurant sharing chicken with a friend at KFC!? I’m left wondering if the restaurant charges the staff too much for their meals or was his pronouncements to me and other diners regarding his food/wine expertise a bit over-stated? By-passing the Harbour House, I go with Tasca, a Portuguese restaurant. I want to make the most of this meal, so I order a cataplana. Essentially it is a mélange of seafood in a tomato based sauce with vegetables and spices; served with rice. It’s similar to a French bouillabaisse, but rather than a broth it has a thicker sauce that’s more like a gravy. I pair it was a Portuguese sangria. Among the vegetables and big chucks of lemon are a crayfish, prawns, kingklip, mussels and squid. The mussels in this country are the biggest I have ever seen. They are the size of oysters. I have four of those. I devour the crayfish. I love this shellfish. The rest of the seafood to gone in turn quickly; especially the squid. I get big pieces of that seafood in this dish. Time is approaching for the hotel shuttle and I reluctantly push away from the table. I meet my friends from Atlanta again. They have enjoyed their stay so much they are ready to move here. This is their last night as they fly home (non-stop!) to Atlanta. I get packed to be ready to check-out in the morning and get to the train station for the last part of my trip. https://www.dropbox.com/sh/m713g4vklljhzfv/i_bk0fxRoC