We had a very nice dinner the last night in Franschhoek - 7 courses. The chef was a South African with a Russian wife he had met while he was in St. Peterburg working at a hotel. A wonderful dinner.
In the morning, we were planning a leisurely drive to the coast and then to the Cape Town airport for our trips home - Mom to Durban and then to Pomeroy and me to Johannesburg, Amsterdam, and finally Minnesota.
It was not to go a planned. I woke to here some disconcerting noises from Mom's room. She had been up since 6 am throwing up. She was very uncomfortable. It continued until 9 am. I decided that a visit to a doctor was in order. Loesje, the very nice woman who ran out inn, called her Doctor and got us an appointment for 11:30. Mom got a shot and some drugs and we went back to the cottage to put her to bed. She was very tired and in no condition to travel. The Doctor thought that is was most likely a 24 hour thing that would run its course. Time was ticking.
At 1:30 I checked on Mom and she was better but still not in condition to travel. So I made an executive decision. I changed her flight and hotel to the next day, arranged to stay in Franschhoek one more night and arranged for a car and driver to pick her up at 8 am the next morning for an 11 am flight to Durban. We had a very short conversation. At 2:15 I left for the airport. Although it seemed strange, she was actually safer in Franschhoek than trying to travel to Durban and Loesje and her husband agreed to look in on her throughout the day.
It all worked like clock work. She got to Durban and as planned the next day and was cured.
In the mean time -- I caught my flight, endured an 8 hour layover in Johannesburg -- 10 1/2 hours to Amsterdam - 3 hour layover -- and 8 hours to Minneapolis. I arrive home about 5 pm on Sunday night.
Mom got home on Monday morning to Pomeroy as planned. Our short adventure over.
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