Tuesday, 5 October 2010

A Kandinsky of A Weekend in Cape Town

Friday night is Long Street Night...think Brixton meets Camden. They even have a branch of The Purple Turtle here! Drum and Bass blaring down the street, neon signs, drunken students of every colour and nationality getting drunker. Tourists meandering into the middle of the street while cab drivers honk their horns. A whirl of green and cream Springbok shots. Spinning to the beat. Feet pounding to the rhythm. Guys dancing at your hips trying to pick your jeans pockets. More Black Label Beer. Bleary eyes.

Saturday morning is the Biscuit Mill...think Kensington Farmers Market dumped into Peckham. Think a world of food beautifully presented on quaint stalls in one of the neighbourhood's that is the most uncomfortable and dangerous to walk around in.  Think Brick Lane market as it is now, trendy, but think Brick Lane as an area before it got trendy. Its expensive, its slightly pretentious, it seems to be to be full of rich white South Africans moaning about work and life and living in their city. Its full of girls in artsy dresses and young bucks drinking beer and munching on steak sandwiches. But the food is SO good.

Saturday afternoon is Kalk Bay...think quaint seaside village. The beautiful mountains like a bluescreen background. The little brightly coloured fishing vessels in the harbour. The smell of salt water and fresh fish being butchered before your very eyes. Seals playfully jumping and performing for the scraps. And the best fish and chips ever. Better than home (sorry).

Sunday is Table Mountain...think scrambling up wet rocks and waterfalls. Climbing up ladders over ravines. Think stumbling over boulders. Meeting young athletic Americans from every state on the flag. Think your legs being so sore you can't walk for 2 days afterwards. Crying in pain. Praying for it to end. Not believing you will ever get down again while admiring the most amazing views of the most beautiful city you have ever been to. Walking in a cloud. There's a reason why you feel closer to Himself on the mountain!

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