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| Muizenberg, Cape Town, 14 August 2010 |
It started off with me getting slightly tipsy at the bar at the airport...alone. I felt empowered and invigorated being a 'young professional' (apparently that's how you define people my age who have a job and live in a city) sipping on my Savannah.
As much as I tried not to, I slept on the plane - it's just something with moving vehicles and me - and probably added to by my Savannnah lullaby.
Anyway, I revived myself with an energy drink while waiting for my luggage (had to be ready for a CT jol specially as it was Friday night!).
I got the giggles staring at a metal tool box going round and round the conveyor belt and watching everyone notice and stare at it, waiting to see who would own up to owning it.
I was met by my brother with a sign (he thought he was funny) and we then packed my bags into The Mayor. This car was passed down from me, who received it after 12 years from my mom. He 'pimped' it out with racks on top for his surf board...dude.
It wouldn't start. It was 23.45 on a Friday night and we were going to have to jam at the airport. Two kind men helped push start it and I looked hilarious running behind the car.
And so my Cape Town Adventure begins....
Long Street was a great night out. I must admit that I'd thought it was a fancy place that called for heels but turns out its like Melville, and is very chilled out. Bit freaked out by Nigerians offering weed at every street corner. And was very surprised by eclectic mix in Dubliner. I guess my Rhodes night life and limited mainstream jolling in Joburg has had me socialising in a very limited crowd of people (who are generally all like me). So it was really great being in such a multicultural atmosphere and I even started warming up to the Nigerians...until dear Remy got asked to be a drug pusher!
Saturday was probably my favourite part of my entire trip because it involved the beautiful mountain, bonding with my bro and a burger :) (Captured in above pic)
But before I leave this trip I have to make a few observations:
1. (The most important) No shop sells alcohol after 5pm on a Saturday or on a Sunday?!?!?!?! What's up with that! When I was barred from purchasing the necessary fermented grape drink from the local Pick n Pay, I asked in absolute wonder: But what if I want to drink at 6pm! [so one up to Gauteng for that one]
2. Everyone is uber chilled: Brother just didn't lock the car doors and had his window wound right down (i was freaking out big time, scanning each robot for potential highjackers)
3. Cape Town is beautiful. No question the most beautiful city in the country. But I would want to visit that beauty for holidays every now and then and stick to the 'Big Smoke' for real life. But that's just me
The rest of the weekend followed in a blur of friends, family and food and I got on the plane on Monday evening happily exhausted.
And I must admit (and this surprised me too) but I was honestly excited to see the lights of Joburg sparkling down below and really felt that I was back home.
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