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Published: August 17th 2010
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July 8th
Time does fly when you’re having a good time, doesn’t it?? It’s been nearly a month now since I took the time to write about my travels and the guilt is starting to set in. I’ll do my best to recall the events that happened on the 8th of July, 2010.
The night before I had made plans with Nicio, Fabio, and Lucas to head with them to Cape Point, also known as the Cape of Good Hope. The Brazilians found a cheap place to rent a car and after they had acquired four wheels they came to Mowbray to pick me up.
By the time we set out on the road it was afternoon and the sun was shining on what looked to be a beautiful day. We followed the same route as I had done previously with Luke, Hayley and Mike, and before long we were in Simon’s Town to see the penguins again. I opted to not pay the 35 rand and see the black and white animals, instead I stayed in the car and took a nap since the night before I really didn’t get much sleep. The Brazilians went off to
see the penguins but returned to the car promptly when they were told that Boulder’s Bay was closed. Disappointment.
So with everyone back in the car we headed for the Cape of Good Hope. Twenty minutes later we were paying our entrance fees and driving along the coast. To say that the cape was tourist-y on that World Cup day would be an understatement. After managing to find a parking spot the four of us began the uphill battle to the lighthouse on the point. The views along the way were mesmerizing and made the grueling walk up very much worth while.
At the top tourists clammered to ask others to take pictures of each other and pose in front of the lighthouse and directional sign, it didn’t really seem like anyone was enjoying the view to be honest! I had to escape the hordes and so I headed down the path a bit to take it all in; to think about exactly where I was on this crazy planet we call Earth. I saw a few animals on the rock cliffs and I thought I had seen a whale in the distance but later realized it was
just a break in the water along some rocks/reef!
After the views were thoroughly enjoyed I located my South American friends and made way back to the car. The drive back was reminiscent of the drive I had done a week before with my English friends, only this time we didn’t stop at the beach. We headed straight for Cape Town and an hour later I was saying my goodbyes to Lucas and Fabio, two cool Brazilians that had to return to their homeland.
Upon arriving at Kieron’s place it was decided we would go out for one last dinner together. We had been planning on an all-you-can-eat sushi feast for a couple weeks and we finally made it happen my last night in Cape Town. The two of us jumped in his car and headed for a young and hip area of the city called Observatory, a.k.a. Obs. Our friend Phil joined us along with another friend of Kieron’s who was visiting from Johannesburg. For one hundred South African rand ($15) we ate all the sushi we could, (sorry no photos from the dinner and the incredible appetites!). Everything was eaten because in the kind of establishment
we dined, if you had any leftovers on your plate you would be charged for wastage! Strange idea, right?
After having our fill of raw fish and rice we parted ways and Kieron and I headed back to Mowbray. I prepared for my departure to Lesotho, packing up all my things to visit my 33rd country. A goodbye to my South African friend was in order before I fell asleep, Kieron would be working early in the morning the next day.
That’s all I got for now, hope you like the photos from Cape Point! Until next time, Pura Vida!
-Brendan
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