And all the girls say that's pretty fly for a pumpkin pie.
Peak: big thank you to you fine folk who recommended Saturdays at Cape Town's @oldbiscuitmill. I LOVED it and it gave me the chance to start my Christmas shopping (one for you @bright__mama, none for you Glen Coco). I even managed to find my OWN Christmas present, drop a few subtle hints like "this is what I want for Christmas, babe", then swan off, allowing Jonny to feel sufficiently strong-armed into buying it for me. Two gorgeous gold pendants (since you ask), which I'm now supposed to forget about 'til baby Jesus's birthday. But dey too pwetttttty.
Pit: the guest liaison woman at our hotel is very sincere and she SINCERELY advised us to get to the market as early as possible. Cos, y'know, other people. What we failed to do was think for ourselves - so we binged our breakfast, Ubered over, and then saw that it was predominantly food. Glorious, wonderful food. And we'd literally just finished our boring eggs and toast hotel fare. So, we wandered and we sauntered. We bought (teeny, will-fit-in-a-backpack) things. We people watched the beautiful locals. Then, when it was still only 11am and we'd looked at erryythang (some things twice), we left. Having sampled precisely zero donuts or smoothies or curries or wraps or brownies or paella or cheesy fries.
So day 325: I don't consider myself very guest liaised, I'll tell you that for free