Happy Friday.
We will have our first 5 pm sunset for the year here in Seattle tomorrow.
It’s been frosty in the mornings and cold by day every day since I’ve been back. And no rain.


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I left my camera behind in my hotel room in Cape Town on Monday of last week. I had it picked up at the hotel, and shipped back to me.
(Thanks for the help, Chris!)
I think this was the last straw: this camera stays home next time I go on an overseas trip.
I need a light, compact travel camera that can go into my backpack.

Is a stamp collection— any collection— ever complete?
One can always add objects that are ever-so-slightly different than the ones already in there.
Check out these additions to my South African stamp album, which is already a complete collection of all the issues by the South African post office*.
*The years 1910 to 2020, when the last postage stamps were issued.
Iceland stopped producing postage stamps in 2020 as well, and Finland has indicated it may soon follow suit.




It was a disappointing day for Carlos Alcaraz fans (me): he lost his quarterfinal match against Novak Djokovic.
Ben Shelton (22, 🇺🇸 ) is playing against Lorenzo Sonego (29, 🇮🇹 ) tonight— Wednesday in Australia— in another quarterfinal match. He is up by one set to none, and should win. Go, Ben!

It was Martin Luther King Day here in the United States.
Also, I heard that a new— old— president of the United States was inaugurated today.
My TV remained switched off though .. and I will only turn it on for Netflix and Australian Open tennis the rest of the week.

The mailman delivered all my mail that they had held while I was gone, today.
There were the usual pieces of junk mail, and a few items I had purchased on Ebay just before I left.
Check out this envelope that was sent from South Africa to Seattle in 1929.
As a rule, I don’t collect envelopes— just stamps— but this one was too interesting to pass up.

P.S. As of today, the cost of a standard “First-Class Mail” letter (up to 1 ounce) is $0.73 with a Forever stamp. The 73c is almost exactly what 4c from 1929 would came to, with inflation figured into it.

The world traveler is home.






I am at Munich International Airport, and will be heading home in just an hour or so.



It was my last day in Munich, and I ran out to Marienplatz one more time with the streetcar.
It was just about noon, and the glockenspiel* on the townhall’s clock tower played to a smattering of on-lookers that risked getting frostbite on their fingertips as they held up their phones to record a video of it. (I was one of them).
From Marienplatz I went to a few beautiful U-bahn stations on the U1 line to take pictures.
*The Rathaus-Glockenspiel is a large mechanical clock located in Marienplatz square, in old town Munich. Famous for its life-size characters, the clock twice daily re-enacts scenes from Munich’s history.








It started snowing at around 8 am this morning here in Munich, but it could not have been more than an inch an or so, from what I could tell.
I used the Line 19 streetcar again to get Hauptbahnhof (the main train station), and from there, ran out to Odeonsplatz and a comic book store on Fraunhoferstrasse.









I put on full kit and kaboodle this morning, before venturing out in the frigid weather. I limited my excursions outside to Hauptbahnhof and Marienplatz.
(The day started at -7 °C and the high briefly reached 0°C.)









All went well with my 11-hr flight to Munich.
It is just frightfully cold here (-5°C/ 20°F) and it made for a rough 12-minute walk from the train station to the hotel.



It was time on Monday morning to squeeze everything into my suitcases and backpack, and head for Cape Town International Airport to catch the Lufthansa flight to Munich.
Two views from my hotel room window: from sunset Sunday night, and from early Monday morning.
In the distance, the mountains are from left to right: Table Mountain, Lion’s Head and Signal Hill.
My brother and I ran out to Stellenbosch University (our alma mater) on Sunday.
We stopped at the Faculty of Engineering, at Dagbreek Men’s Residence and at the Neelsie Student Centre.







It was time to drive back from Plettenberg Bay to Cape Town on Saturday.
I stopped at my uncle and aunt in Mossel Bay, and took a few pictures around downtown and the beaches.









Here is a selection of photos du jour.




Knysna is a town on the Garden Route and 33 km (20 miles) west of Plettenberg Bay on the N2 national route.




My friends and I went for a walk on Robberg beach this morning, and for a very pleasant swim in the Indian Ocean.

