In Cape Town

For the first time in about 10 years.

It's become a lot more developed around the CBD and the waterfront from what I remember, but I was only here for a few days then with my brother so hard to judge.

My over-riding memory of the last time I was here was my brother Steve and myself trying to find a bar that was showing the Wales vs England rugby match on tv.

We queued up on the stairs outside a likely candidate bar, and heard a broad Welsh accent call out "I know you, you're Emrys Jones's boys!!!"

Which indeed we are.

I'd travelled six thousand miles south just to bump into a group of surfers from my hometown.

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