Cape Town is one of the most incredible cities I have ever been too. It is no wonder that people call it one of the most beautiful cities in the world. It definitely lives up to that reputation. If you were to get stabbed or robbed in Cape Town, at the very least, you would be surrounded by some beautiful scenery. The buildings? Gorgeous. The people? Gorgeous. The beaches? OMFG Cold & Gorgeous. The Alcohol prices? Gorgeous. I feel blessed to have spent so much time here. Yet those weeks seemed to pass by so quickly. From avoiding dangerous alleyways we called “Diagon Alley”, watching my friend complete a vicious cycle race, introducing Capetonians to Power Hour, to barely surviving a treacherous trek up Table Mountain, Cape Town was and will forever be memorable.
More pictures after the jump.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
-William Ernest Henley
I remember the hoopla Matt Damon, Morgan Freeman and Clint Eastwood created when they were filming in South Africa.
I remember getting locked into my internet cafe because they were shutting the street down for a couple of scenes right behind Tfaith’s apartment complex.
I remember Tfaith racing WITH Matt Damon in the Argus Cycle Tour.
I also remember visiting Robben Island and thinking, what the hell is up with all the rabbits?
I also remember how amazing South Africa was. How truly amazing the country is.
And how blessed I am to have been able to spend so much time there.
This post is LONG overdue, since it happened a couple of months ago, but that won’t make it any less special. After being in South Africa for a couple of weeks and making BFFs with Tfaith’s Cape Town posse, we both realized that none of them had ever played Power Hour before. As blasphemous as that was, we decided that we had to pick a special night to de-virginize them to the drinking game.
We picked the night of a BBQ. We were celebrating Zezia’s birthday that night and Tfaith figured it would be the perfect night to show Cape Town how to do Power Hour.
It. Was. So. Epic.
Cape Town has a tourism blog, and it chose one of my pictures for its picture of the day.
CLICK HERE to see the link. I also provided them with a description behind the picture.
Oh Apartheid. You were such a bitch.
I had the amazing experience of dancing with these kids. Playing outside with them. Having them sing to me. And telling me their dreams.
“I want to be a writer” (He took my glasses because all good writers wear glasses).
“I want to be a dancer.”
“I am going to be a famous actress.”
“I will be a popular soccer or rubgy player.”
Aspirations and dreams that any kid from any part of the world will have.
Then you learn that most of these children are HIV positive….and won’t get the treatment that will eventually help save their lives.
And your heart shatters.
Because while you are perhaps living your dream…
these kids will never have the chance to.
In the Langa Township, we went to a bar located in the heart of the town. Turns out most bars are owned by women and they brew the beer themselves in these barrels inside the shack.
They put the brewed beer in a big tin can with a handle in order to pass it around. In the picture our host needs to take the first sip in order to prove to everyone sitting around the bar that the beer is not poisonous and won’t hurt you.
The beer was a little sour, but other than that…I drank the most from the tin. No surprise.