The smell of Rooikrans smoke really got to me in Kommetjie, so we piled in to The Fisherman pub and I got my steak and first Windhoek draught. 

Later after dropping off Astri and the boys we headed via Hout Bay and the coast road to Camps Bay, which was heaving.  Night caps at the Bungalow in Clifton, lying on the mattresses and thinking that this busy place must be a well kept Capetonian secret.