Sunday was a lot more subdued. MINI drivers hardly have the same rough and tough look about them, but still we bought our toys and mustered to begin our Toy Run. After taking a detour (which I'll post about tomorrow) we finally ended up at the Red Cross Children's Hospital, where a whole lot of kids had a little brightness brought to their day.

Well done and welcome home boys!

Thanks to Cafe Zorina on 172 Loop Street; they kindly allowed us onto their balcony to take these photos and plied us with drinks and some of the best authentic samoosas I've had.

1. Do you know what a "Toy Run" is?
2. Have you been on one?

We have something else lined up for tomorrow, so you'll have to wait until Tuesday to find out exactly where we went and what we did...

Deer Park Café is situated in a residential part of Cape Town city, on the beautiful slopes of Table Mountain (yip, that's Table Mountain hiding under its table cloth in the background).

One thing that I noticed while taking this photo was the large number of aeroplanes crossing our skies at night. Several passed in front of the moon as I was taking photos, but it sure is a trick trying to take a photo of them in flight backed by such a bright moon.

The photo was taken somewhere out the back of Durbanville, about 30 minutes' drive from Cape Town. Isn't it an absolutely beautiful view that these animals have to look out on each day? The mountains, the fields, the flowers... I wonder if they get tired of the view... do you think horses can get tired of a view?

Two things struck me during this World Cup. Since their victory we've seen many interviews of John Smit, Bryan Habana, Percy Montgomery, etc. and what's interesting is how they - and the rest of the team - all seem like such genuinely nice guys.

The other thing that struck me was how 22 guys and two coaches have managed to unite a very diverse nation in a common goal, a common victory. It was thought-provoking to see black and white fans, who would ordinarily have been divided to a great degree, now hugging each other in the streets.

As I write this the Springbok team is flying (not only figuratively) thousands of feet above the earth, returning to South Africa and preparing to be met by thousands of screaming supporters at OR Tambo Airport tomorrow morning. Welcome back boys!

The rooster is one of France's national symbols. We found these roosters, fittingly, sitting on the bench and looking highly annoyed.

Commiserations to our French blogger friends Eric, Alice, Nathalie and Gaëlle - we do feel for you!

Visit Grenoble Daily Photo to see Gaëlle's rooster - looking slightly happier than perhaps it should. ;)

We're off to watch the Springboks play Argentina in the second semi-final in a few hours' time - any good vibes and positive thoughts you want to send their way would be most welcome.

Birds along our coast sometimes get caught up in fishing line. I wish that all fishermen would be caring and careful enough to properly dispose of discarded fishing line. Sometimes it's impossible to retrieve lost line, but often people just seem lazy and leave fishing line tangled in rocks or reeds.

Once released the limping bird headed for the water and was last seen swimming towards its friends, seemingly happier.

The snail, most people think a pest,
It spins no web nor weaves a nest.
Its morals make the prudes uptight:
Low, languid lust! Hermaphrodite!
It bares no fang nor tooth nor tusk,
Lacks backbone! Cowardly mollusc!

And yet, I rather love the snail:
Who thrush and humans seldom fail
To crush to eat or disembowel
With vicious beak or garden trowel.

It totes around with stoic grace
A sylvan, spiral, carapace.
With leaden ballast, sailing slow,
Go carefully my escargot.

These steps are the lazy man's descent to Clifton's beaches. The other paths down are much longer and steeper than this one. I'm (I mean, we're) always out of breath after climbing back to the road above.

Mostert's Mill has been restored twice: first in 1935 by the Department of Public Works, and then again in 1995 by the Friends of Mostert's Mill. I was sad to read a sign on the gate indicating that the mill is now closed to the public except by special request to the Department of Public Works. I think my mother still has a photo of my brother and I playing outside the mill some 25 years ago.

Kerry-Anne mentioned Kenilworth Racecourse in yesterday's post, so I thought I might as well stick with the theme. This road leads to Durbanville Racecourse, which is about 40 minutes from Kenilworth. Whenever I drive this route I imagine that this is how the English countryside must look, all green with beautiful trees - and today, grey skies with rain ;).

I'm not sure that it's legal to ride on the back of a truck like this, and it certainly isn't safe, but unfortunately it's common practice in South Africa to transport workers in this way.

As you can see, besides for the safety aspect, it's become quite tradition to have drinks from plastic glasses - it would just not be the same to drink from a bottle at these events. I'm not sure if this is the case world-wide, so leave a comment below and let us know what people drink from at sporting events in your country.

To get back to the musicians - in and out of their smoke breaks they add a lot of atmosphere to the Waterfront. Their music has a very holiday-like feel to it and I doubt the walkways would feel quite as festive without them.

It's just wrong that cake can be so good. Kerry-Anne and I usually mutually decide on two different pieces of cake and then share them. The portions are simply too big to eat an entire slice of caramel cheesecake without feeling somewhat ill.

Disclaimer: This photo was taken at the V&A Waterfront and since we have many tourists visiting all the time, I guess I can't assume that the girls in the photo are South African.

The favourite drink of many South Africans (particularly while braaiing [barbecueing] and watching rugby) is fondly known as "Klippies 'n Coke". It's a mixture of Coca-Cola and Klipdrift brandy - and usually as the evening wears on you'll find that the mixture leans more and more heavily towards the Klippies...

As with yesterday's post, this photo was taken in Cape Town's buzzing Long Street.

Interestingly enough, even though beer flows freely at cricket matches, nobody seems to get too out of hand. Our police force remain absolutely vigilant and maintain a good amount of visibility. Spectators tend to respect each other and even though their team may lose, nobody shows anger at this. One would be more likely to see lower lips dragging along the floor as sad fans make their way home.

We spent the day first watching Bangladesh and Australia slogging it out (with the men in yellow winning comfortably), and then seeing South Africa getting off to a slow start, but ultimately beating England.

It hasn't been a great weekend for English sport, but on the other hand it's been an absolutely wonderful weekend for us Springbok and Protea supporters.

Congratulations Albie on winning Man of the Match!