Sunrise through the mist, chimneys of steam, shadows of a past age. The glint of the high speed Gautrain. A Turner painting, in another age.
Gautrain, a fabulous way to travel and certainly a stress free way of getting to the Vietnam Embassy in Hatfield for our visas. The staff were friendly, helpful and efficient.
A row of derelict shops, festooned with weary ‘To-Let’ signs, slowly sliding into the abyss of decay or, cheap Chinese plastic goods. Or simply, the inevitable cycle of development boom and ruin, as student accommodation demands revitalise retail stress.
Within this, sandwiched between a failed tattoo parlour , and a dodgy computer shop is the trendy +27 CAFe. The tiny entrance, misleading as the seating area is at the rear under a shed type structure. Winner of architectural and interior awards, the coffee was as good as it gets, even if the menu structure is as inflexible as one of the steel struts.
Birdsong and the smell of wet khakibos on my jog. The hills giving my troublesome Achilles a work-over.
The search for Vibrum Five-finger shoes to replace my daily slip-slops (Apparently they aggravate Achilles problems) not as simple as expected here in the big City. No longer fashionable, they aren’t easily available, and I wasn’t thrilled with the alternatives. Fortunately I found a pair on-line. What I did find on my search, was Tony Impy’s cycling shop in the old Bedfordview Village shopping centre.
Early morning in the big city. Cappuccino, the drink of deals. Lives changed between cooling gym sweat and that first sip. Body language. Spoons. Sugar. Negotiation. Car keys thrown like bargaining chips on the table. Cyclists, a Tribe.
‘Take me on a journey’. Barrister championship training. Tamping and polishing. Consistency. Roast profile. Sensory. Cloth. Wiping. Hands. Cleaning.