We'll make it Happen!

In the cage, Atlantic ocean lapping around your ears and one of the world's most fieriest creature swimming feet away from you. That's what I would be writing if our bus would've turned up this morning.

We're up at 6a.m. nearly 10,000km from home and I'm pretty sure that we are the only Englishmen in the whole of Cape Town awake at this moment. It's always been a struggle to get out of bed when you see those red digits reading 05:30 in the UK when you have a nice warm duvet over you, central heating and if your particularly lucky someone to snuggle up to.

Unfortunately, the summer nights aren't as warm as you think in the Cape, and the only person to cuddle up to is Pete, in a different bed, 10 feet away, at this point I thought going to swim with sharks would be a great idea.

Heading down the stairs we're thinking how cool we were about to wrestle (swim in a cage) with the oceans most dangerous fish. The questions we were asking ourselves would soon become irrelevant as there was no bus to take us to our aqua filled day of fun. It was then, our heads slowly tilted upwards and there it was our day, 1,000 km up and about 15 degrees colder. Forget Kilimanjaro, the Himalayas or even Everest, table Mountain was in our sights, and we we're wearing shorts, a t shirt but this time no sandals.

About now I think I should introduce you to Jeffery. You can find a picture of the legend that is on my facebook. If you were to imagine a cross between a London cabbie and Michael Grecco you'd be on the write lines though. He came into our lives in which was our darkest hour, no sharks, no cages a massive hill to climb. But here we were sat in our hostel with the promise of Penguin's and the Atlantic ocean. Hasten to add we thanked Jeff (Grecco) and promised to call him.

I won't bore you with the details of the mountain, bloody hard work, clouds, cold, windy. You get the picture, or at least you can see them. Our day was to really get exciting at the bottom on the mountain when Jeff was to pick us up.

"I don't think he's going to charge us, I just think he's a really nice guy" Pete echoed moment before jumping into his car which aptly noted on the side of it 9ZAR per km. "I can take you on a full or half day tour, 850ZAR or 1200ZAR, it's up to you." Feeling rather sorry for ourselves and realizing it was past midday we aimed of the cheaper of the two. "So where do you guys want to go, do you know your way around? Don't worry guys I'll make it happen for you."

We're thinking brilliant, we're going to see the cape from the eyes of the locals. "So what kind of snakes will we see around and about Cape Town, we didn't see any on the mountains" I asked. "Don't worry, I'm gonna make it happen for you both."

Four hours, one cape point, a collection on baboons, ostriches, penguins, a whole lot of sea and numerous dashes from car to photo opportunities later we found out the Jeff did indeed not make it happen as we had not seen any snakes but we had been taken on a journey of epic proportions and to be perfectly honest I never wanted to see the snakes anyway, they scare the s**t out of me.

And that was that, apart from my debut photo shoot with a Croat, possible the weirdest and most homosexual thing that has ever happened to me. Put it this way, he asked if he could take pictures of me, I thought innocently, why not, snap snap snap and a number of arty poses later I'm feeling violated. I'm not sure what's going to happen to those pictures, he told me he'd send them to me and that he would like to England again and take some more, I may give this a miss but if you're ever on a compromising site, the sort of one you'd minimize your screen within seconds if your mum walked in the room, and my face is tacked to a rippling set of pecs, oil drenched torso and skin more orange than David Dickinson, it's not me but feel free to let me know so I can contact my lawyer.

And that was that, no sharks but I did meet Jeffery. Onward bound, Sunday may a rest day for most but we're off shark cage diving, take 2.

Tim