Once in Cape Town

The events depicted in this post took place in Cape Town, in September 2017. Out of respect for this city, they will be told exactly as they occurred. As they only happened once. 

I got robbed in front of the Mabu Vinyl Store. If I didn’t get robbed, I’d probably didn’t notice that I lived around the corner from the place where the Search for Sugar Man started.

I watched beautiful people hanging out in a popular CT spots. Lord, those beards, those mustaches, those snickers, those bomber jackets,  those pink hair, those red lipsticks and bra like t-shirts. This love for craft beers, boutique wineries and fair, roasted coffee.  I felt like an unpopular kid in high school with my warm hoodie, mittens and tracksuit pants. It felt great. 

<hipster font>  truly.

I read through every single story archived in District Six Museum. This is all that’s left. All that would have been, could have been and should have been before the madness happened. For a long while I was watching this picture of the mother giving away her daughter on a wedding day. I was puzzled by the blurry presence of someone else in that frame and moved by the calmness of the stormy emotions coming out of it. I bought some postcards portraying moments from the lost city and send them to my friends. Because we need to know. And we need to remember.

I got waxed by Dita von Teese fan in a room that looked like Lady Mary from Downton Abbey could live there. I accidentally discovered the beautiful inner city view and thought that one might be happy living here.

I felt in love with the bottle of wine. Constantia Glen Three stole my heart. Wouldn’t change it for any other heartaches. Not in a million years.

I took this amorous bottle to a nice, little family run restaurant and had it with the most excellent meal in a great company. Miller’s Thumb, cardinal fish and Constantia Glen Three. Here’s how you can make me happy.

I watched people making selfies and ‘I’m alone on the top of the world’ kind of pictures on the Table Mountain. Boyfriends crawling for better shooting perspective in the bushes and friends jumping for the ‘I’m up in the air shot’ on the rocks. It was beautiful.  But the view behind them was somehow more interesting.

I was happy in Cape Town. I was also happy to leave it behind. Writing this, I'm in a place called Wilderness [Wilderniiiiis], further down the Western Cape. I'm visiting a friend who I met in my dear Paje. She works in a hostel up in the hill. A true Green Gables - no neighbours and no guests for that matter. It's still a quiet season. We walk with no shoes on, wear warm jumpers and tracksuit pants. The weather is cold so we spend time on the couch looking at the fire. In five days in this nowhere place, owners will host a massive rave party (sic!). Crowds will arrive to attend the Cosmic Circus. The name has not been changed out of the respect for this place. A true  Wild Farm. 

I'm thinking of rebooking the ticket and  extending my travel. Should I stay or should I go?

Well, best things might only happen once.