End of the big drive

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Day 17
The jury was out whether my road-trip had been worth the effort, but not after today. The first few hours were spent driving at the edge of - and occasionally back into, the plateau …… i.e. imagine driving through the lakes for 200 miles. Then, as it was a beautiful warm sunny day, I headed to the coast and found a couple of delightful villages with stunning empty beaches. Finally, with about 100km to go, Table Mountain appeared out of the mist and slowly got bigger. The drive most certainly had been worth it. I went down to the Waterfront (like Liverpool’s Albert Dock but a lot posher) to watch Africa’s last hope, Ghana; disappointingly lose by being as bad as England at penalties

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