8:16am- Last chance to see Robben Island. Cape Town cold, windy, and rainy. Decide not to even bother checking if ferries are running. Am attacked by all the citizens of The Republic of South Africa simultaneously for intending to leave country without having seen number one reason for coming in first place. I don't fight back.
9:28am- Get in petty fight with boyfriend. Mope. Pout. Get hit by tour bus.
2:39pm- Eat at yummy tapas restaurant called Fork. Am so delighted with selections, keep eating until stomach expands beyond survivable distention.
11:12pm- Board plane bound for Heathrow. Mid-flight, plane diverted to Dakar by way of death spiral and crash.
Other than that, pretty good day.