‘Can you hike up Platteklip Gorge to the top of Table Mountain in flip-flops?’ I asked the woman at the guard hut.
‘No.’
Now, a reasonable fellow would've spotted this imminent risk of danger, but English backpackers Chris, Fergus and I were 20-somethings who'd been on a pub crawl on Long Street the night before. We'd ended up in some dodgy bar, where we'd missed our flight, but we were too young and footloose to care.
