It was when my friend cycled over a snake that we knew we needed professional help. The puff adder, curled up like a giant Cumberland sausage, was startled out of its afternoon snooze on the narrow gravel path leading to the summit of Cape Town’s Table Mountain.
Startled but, thankfully, not angry.
Nonetheless, the views I’d been admiring while pumping the pedals on my bicycle seemed to lose their allure… no matter how perfectly blue the Atlantic Ocean looked. And no matter how peaceful the  … More