The wedding was very pretty, with the kind of ambiance you just couldn't create in the states. The abbreviated Hindu ceremony was on a wooden platform in a grove of trees providing perfect shade. The priest was great and explained everything as he went along. Basically, all the chanting in Sanskrit that sounds so exotic boils down to different ways of saying "marriage is forever, we don't recognize divorce, so make it work." Loved it.
Pete mentioned that he walked down to the beach the next day. What he didn't mention was I was unable to leave our room until around 5pm, and even then it was painful. They have this local beer called Black Label that is so tasty and so dangerous. Worth it, though I am sad to have missed a day in the sun. I was, however, able to watch a lot of cricket and rugby instead - rugby I think I'm starting to understand a bit. Cricket, I have no clue. Watched the last half of the match between India and England and couldn't even tell who won until we read about it in the paper the next day. There are like 9 different scores within each score and what the heck is a wicket? It's nonsensical.
Since then, we've made it to Capetown and it's superior Internet service. We're staying at the Westin, which I would highly recommend to anyone coming here. Right between the waterfront and city center, our room has a crazy view of Table Mountain looming over some tall buildings nearby. Unreal. Hopefully we'll get to the top on Thursday.
Last night we walked down Long Street to the de Waterkant district. Had a drink at a Cuban place that had the best ambiance - you walk through this kind of dilapidated stairwell with crooked art and dusty chandeliers and emerge into this fantastic high ceilinged space with even more mirrors and chandeliers and a great, I don't know how to explain it, very authentic dilapidated glamour vibe and decor. Everything was very plush but faded, if you know what I mean. We had drinks out on the Dutch inspired terrace - it was very House Hunters International. We followed that up with dinner at Five Flies, which was also a cool space - the restaurant looked like a turn of the century inn with high wooden beamed ceilings and brick walls. The perfect place to eat springbok (actually, I had steak and Pete had line fish, but you get the idea).
Today, we're driving to wine country and tomorrow, baby penguins!