A Beautiful Day in the Cape

22 July

Last night at dinner I had noticed several delicious breakfast options on Greens menu and wished to return. Our backpackers is wonderfully located within walking distance of several great restaurants, but since Alex decided that is was my Cape Town day, I wanted to go Greens. We walked around the corner and sat outside in the warm sun. It was such a beautiful day with clear views of Table Mountain. I order French toast with berries and bacon and Alex had scrambled eggs with bacon and chocolate muffin. The meal was a great start to an enjoyable day in Cape Town.
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Table Mountain: Conquered [w/ Pictures]

Today we arrived in Cape Town on a glorious winter’s day on the Greyhound bus, straight down from Kimberley. I was surprised how much I slept on the journey, either I am getting used to overnight bus trips (my third on this trip so far) or I am so used to uncomfortable journeys, that the the cushioned seats of Translux was too much for my body to resist. Alisa slept just as well, which was important, as she is now facing the brunt of the head cold that I had just a few days ago. I think neither of us has seen as much green stuff come out of our orifices as has the past week. We have been been coughing hard, but I look to be on the end of the worse, and hopefully Alisa will catch up in a few days. It would be nice if my month long nasal congestion also ended, but I have a feeling only the 90 degree heat in Virginia is the only thing that will wipe it out now. The fresh and light air of the Cape Peninsula will also help. Breathing in big deep breathes hasn’t been that difficult in Joburg since we’re acclimated to the altitude, but it was a nice change to breath in the fresh ocean air of the Atlantic.

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Kimberley and The Big Hole

This day was one that I had looked forward to since I had first started reading about South Africa history back at UC San Diego in 2007. Journeying to the heart of South Africa which drew the world to a spot on the edge of the Kalahari desert and the veld. We awoke and passed on the breakfast on over at the Victorian Guest Lodge.

We set off directly to the Big Hole Complex that we had walked around the night before. It was not as dead as before, but certainly not as busy as one might expect for a winter holiday. We had just missed getting tickets for the Big Hole tour at 10am, so we bought two for 11am and set out to walk around the ‘town’, a replica of Kimberley during its boom years. The doors to the buildings were open and we were able to walk through them. While the town itself was a replica, the buildings themselves were authentic. One of them was a church that had been erected in the early 1800s. It’s always remarkable to find these little treasures in South Africa. There are few things of such fragility remaining from American boom towns, so to find a 200 year old wood church in the middle of Kimberley was quite unique. Even more remarkable. It had been in use up until just 50 years earlier when it was finally moved to the complex for preservation. We stopped to reenact the moves by our new friend Emo Adams, at the cable car before we headed in to take our tour. Continue reading

Flight Over the Delta

15 July

We wake at 0630 in order to pack up camp, and I’m still wondering whether there is another game walk, as I could have sworn during our briefing there was a mention of some activity in the morning. But we take all of our supplies directly to our beachfront and load up the makoros. We wait for Dixon and are soon off.

Along the way I chat with Dixon about his villages soccer team, The Big 5, and his family. He also tells us that the government has placed a plan on any new construction of wooden makoros. I expect him to take this opportunity to ask for some contribution or for a piece of soccer apparel, but he doesn’t. He’s been professional throughout and Alisa and I have developed an actual friendship with him, that is rare in on time in Africa. So often your guide makes you feel like they are just buttering you up in order for you to give them something. I’m not found of this type of ongoing paternalism and have made it a point not to leave anything behind or give anything away to the men we’ve encountered. Continue reading