Firstly, I must apologise whole heartedly for being so sincerely crap at this. Here's hoping for a better blog writing track record from now on.
So - I am officially installed in my new roost, hanging upside down in the southern hemishere.
I have been in Cape Town for a sum total of 3.5 months already, which seems to have gone excruciatingly fast. During this time I have moved twice, had one boyfriend to visit, reacquainted myself with the nuances of African life and discovered many a good place to consume beverages and satisfy my eager stomach.
The last few months of life in Cape Town have probably been like no other in its history. I personally feel very lucky to have been part of it.The 2010 World Cup, it has to be said, went off with a figurative and literal bang. Many, including me, harboured a slight sense of scepticism as to how the country would cope with such a high profile event. But they did it, and with some flair. Sure, there were a few hicups here and there.. But, if anything the event has buoyed the country with a sense of renewed unity - something that probably hasn't been felt since the release of Mandela in '94. I have one thing to be thankful for in that since the end of the World Cup I have not heard one single Vuvuzela blow. I think even the 'Safricans' have reached saturation point.
The visit of the boyfriend, lasted a wonderful 3.5 weeks - but I could have blinked and missed it.The event provided a sneaky way for me to satisfy the inner tourist in me (it becomes acceptable to ooh and ahhh and point your camera into every orifice once you have a visitor..? right. I have to say it - Cape Town is utterly gorgeous. I used to live in Johannesburg, where the Cape Tonians would be forever mocked for their relaxed approach to life (as a rule: you see a CA number plate, you hoot - because they will inevitably be going to slow). Its true. There are three reasons why this is the case. Mountains( more than you can shake a stick at), sea (a big blue one) and wine, everywhere you look, fabulous wines and wine estates. Not the crap stuff they sell in the UK, the real good stuff.
One of the standard touristy activities when in Cape Town is to visit table mountain, the imposing plateau'd mountain that defines Cape Town. The boy and I decided to walk to the top rather than catch the cable car with the hoardes. Even with the desperate panting and the searing heat (yes searing heat in winter), it was truly awe inspiring. The natural fynbos vegetation, which defines the biome distinct to this part of the world, offers so much for the biologists eye to explore. The boy complained that it smells a little of stinky feet, but I kind of like it. The hike was topped off by the most satisfying view from the top, and accompanied by a celebratory beer.
OK that's all for now - there are so many places, people and things that I find interesting and beautiful that I want to share on here. So, watch this space.


