Table Mountain

My trip to table mountain

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Born and living in Cape Town for the past 20 years and I’ve never been to Table mountain.

Disgraceful??? That doesn’t even begin to describe it!'

So for my beautiful sister’s birthday we decided to go to this mountain we so often look at when driving to places and get out if it really was amazing as everyone said it was.

We got there, got out of the car and immediately a heat wave hit us. It was hell on earth…especially for people who were wearing a lot of clothing. We started undressing ourselves removing as much clothes still trying to maintain as much decency as possible. 

What I loved was that as we stood in the line they had these cooling zones that sprayed littlespurts of water mist to cool visitors down. That really helped a lot. We bought our tickets and headed up to heaven…well that’s what I’ve been told it was.
Table Mountain is now one of the seven wonders of the world. And rightfully so. As the cable car went up the floor rotated giving everyone an equal view of the beautiful city below us.

After what seemed like a minute we got to the top and I officialy had the right to say I was on Table mountain and the world that describes it most accurately is MAJESTIC!!!
 

It definatly saw what everyone had been raving about! It was amazing. There was a cute little restaurant on top that was so welcoming. We walked the path and stopped to take as many photos as we possibily could. The views from the top were mesmerizing! The further we walked the trail, the more beautiful it got. And just when you think it couldn’t get any better we were literally walking through the clouds. Definatly needs to be on the list of things to do before you die.  

For information on rates do visit http://www.tablemountain.net/visitor_info/rates/

Fish therapy

While reading an article on one of my chomma’s blog’s I saw Fish therapy that I felt I just needed to try. I gathered 3 of my lovely ladies to try it with me. We arrived at the Little Heritage Hotel in Bree street, Cape town. The atmosphere was gorgeous. There was an antique feel to the foyer and the restaurant looked and smelt devine. 

  We entered the spa which was a little room with chairs and immediately we saw these two chairs      with tanks attached with the fish in it. All of us were excited!

 

We had to put our feet in a bowl of water to remove anything that was previously applied. An angel of an assistant dried our feet and guided us to the tank. As I lowered my feet into the water the fish immediately started eating at the dead skin cells. The Garra Ruffa fish is used for this treatment and theres no way they could possibly bite you as they have no teeth. The initial feeling was ticklish but afterwards it was just like little vibrations on your feet
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After 5 minutes of chatting to my people I had forgotten that these fish were still at work. And I can honestly say that after 10 minutes I was starting to get bored (I unfortunately have a low attention span). The treatment that we took lasted for 15 minutes and costed R70. I wouldn’t highly recommend it as I thought the tanks needed more fish and the fish can only bite off loose skin so people with hard heels and bad feet wouldn’t really see a difference.  A pedicure would do wonders though. 

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But after that 15 minutes my feet did feel a tad bit lighter. Id say do it for the experience and brag to your girlfriend that you too went for fish therapy at the spa.

My coke journey to happiness

Coke: finding my journey to happiness

Since coke launched this new idea of having names on coke bottles and cans (salute to the marketers and advertisers who thought of that) I have been on a whole other buzz. I have tried to find my name, even though the odds are like 1: 1098096775678. I go into shops and find myself packing peoples cokes fridges on the search for names of my family and friends. It’s become a habit now. Everywhere i go people already expect me to head to the coke fridge.

I’m such an easy target to marketing strategies. Sigh… Coke has probably made a couple of hundred rands from me alone buying these coke bottles for all my loved ones.

The closest bottle I could get to my name Tabassum was Thabz and that was just uncool.

And so my search continues. If you happen to see someone packing a fridge out looking for name in a store…it will probably be me. Do show your love and support and say hi :)