To be or yacht to be

Dinner on Friday night is fun, made even more enjoyable by a young blonde muscular boy wearing a T-shirt with torn off sleaves.

It looked like he was having dinner with his mother and father.

Wakame in Green Point serves specialises in food from the Pacific rim (no bum jokes please). Apparently Pacific rim means seafood / sushi / asian-fusion food etc.

Saturday afternoons are the best time to go because that's when rich kids sit on the balcony sipping cocktails and watching the sea.

Anyway, have a look at these two boys sat below. Isn't it funny how it's always the same? Check out the arms on the guy in the vest on the right. And then check out his mate.

Where there's a bride there also has to be the bridesmaid.

So I'm there with Nicola, Anna and her boyfriend Anton. Of course sitting amongst spoilt rich kids is not the main reason to visit Wakame.

The lime and coriander calamari with hoison sauce is the real reason we're there. It's heaven in a bowl.

So we drink champagne and wine, cocktails and get drunk while chomping through calamari and sushi. And as usual, Anton, in his liquid state, decides that we all have to go out on the yacht on Sunday.

Which is what we do.

Sailing to Clifton, the mountain above is called Lion's Head.

It's tempting to stand there and sing "here, far, wherever you are.. I believe that the heart does go on..." Clifton 4th is to the left of the boulders in front.

Anton stands at the back burning the food in the braai (barbeque)

Gossip, gossip, drink, drink in the afternoon sun on the Atlantic, a quarter of a mile from Clifton beach.

Finally, here's the view sailing back into the Royal Cape Yacht Club.

And so another holiday in South Africa starts to come and an end.

I am ready to leave.