My British friend George and I left for Cape
Town from Hermanus in the morning. It was so stressful driving in a city with
traffic again. We returned the car, super dirty and needing gas, but the car
rental guy said he wouldn’t charge me, which was great. I checked into my
hostel, Zebra Crossing, a really nice hostel with wifi and lots of
indoor/outdoor chilling space (R170/night, the cheapest I was able to find in
Cape Town). We wandered around a little bit, then decided to try to make it to
the Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens with the train. But it turns out that the
trains were all screwed up and delayed due to people stealing parts of the
train or something, so they weren’t running. TIA. So we wouldn’t be making it
to the gardens. We then met up with these other girls George knew from other
hostels, and went to their fancy hostel and swam in their pool, which was
awesome. Then all of us went out on Long Street, which is the primary street
for bars and music, etc. Every night on Long Street is loud and crazy, but this
was Saturday night, so it was especially so, and really fun.
The
next day, I went on one of several free walking tours of Cape Town. I ended doing all three they offered, but on that particular day, I
did the historical tour. I learned the following: There are 4 million people in Cape Town, with 1
million in the surrounding townships. Most people are coloured and speak
English as a first language. On the tour, we saw Desmond Tutu’s church, some
Dutch East India Company buildings, the company gardens, the spot where Nelson
Mandela made his first speech after being released from prison, and a court
house where they determined people’s race with such banal things as the the “pencil test,” in which they
stuck a pencil in your hair, and if the pencil stayed put, you were black. If
it didn’t, you were white or coloured. The way they classified race was so
arbitrary sometimes, and people would often be reclassified from year to year,
depending on how some clerk thought they looked. Absurd. I didn’t realize that
Apartheid only ended 22 years ago, and the effects are definitely still
being felt. Our tour guide was very careful in his choice of racial terms,
saying things like “African” or a specific tribe like “Zulu” instead of saying
“Black.” Other guides I had had no problem saying “Black.” I guess it’s up to
everyone’s specific preference. The first guide said that everyone treats the
racial terms differently, some wearing a label like “coloured” as a badge of honor, but others refusing to be
defined by their race. They used to call all black people “Bantu,” even though
that’s a specific language classification, and certainly not all Southern African tribes fall under this category. Things were divided into “whites
only” and “non-whites only,” and even important foreign businesspeople visiting
from Japan and China were put into the non-whites category and were treated as
second class citizens. Then eventually all Japanese people, and then Chinese
people became honorary whites, being granted all human rights and privileges,
because of important business dealings. Cape Town, from the start, was always
treated like a business for the Dutch East India Company, being used as a pit
stop half way between the trade routes, so I guess they decided that people who
were favorable to their business interests should be treated well even though
they weren’t technically white.
One of two benches outside of the High Court. The other says "Coloureds Only." They are just kept for historical significance; the benches in Cape Town aren't all like this!
One
day, a few people from my hostel decided to rent a car and drive down the cape
to go to Simon’s town and Cape Point. Our cast of characters include a
paramedic/ambulance driver from England/Cyprus, a photographer and adventure
company owner from India, and an annoying nature cult lady who only wore white
from the US. We rented a car from Around About Cars and picked it up in the
morning. Our first stop was Simon’s town/Boulder’s Beach to see the awesome and
waddley penguins. They were so cute! I also found my Peace Corps Lesotho friend
Hillary there too, who I didn’t even know was in Cape Town, so that was a total
coincidence to run into her. She rented a bike for the day to go down the cape
as well, because the trains were still out of commission.
Penguins!
Our
next stop was Cape Point and the Cape of Good Hope, which had amazing views of
the surrounding mountains and cliffs, as well as the endless expanse of the
ocean. There were a few trails we walked along in the area, including to an old
light house. (It was at this point where Nature Cult Lady split to go to a
special beach to do her voodoo rituals. Obviously, we did not join her.)
The road to Cape Point
Cliffs at Cape Point
Hey guys!
Obligatory handstand
"The most southwestern point on the African continent."
So many lizards!
I'd never get tired of these views
Then
on the way back, we drove through Chapman’s Peak, on a road that was partially
cut out of a cliff, which was awesome. Then we arrived back in Cape Town in the
afternoon to return the car. That
evening, we decided to light the braai (bbq) and roasted some meat and
vegetables. This oldish guy was talking about working as a cameraman all over
South Africa and having lions jump at him, which was pretty entertaining to
hear.
In
Cape Town, there are two main mountains to climb: Lion’s Head and Table
Mountain. The next day, I decided to climb Lion’s Head in the morning. The hike
takes you spiraling around the mountain, giving views of the city, the harbor,
the ocean, and the beaches on the other side. There are also ladders, chains, and staples
to help you get up, which was super fun to climb up on.
A ladder on the path up to the top of Lion's Head
A view from partway up Lion's Head. Signal Hill is on the right.
Staples and chains
The beautiful city
A sign at the top of Lion's Head. Who knows what it originally said?
On
the way down, I took the path down to Signal Hill, where they fire a cannon
every day at the same time. I saw paragliders taking off and floating around,
swooping toward the hill and then gliding out toward the sea.
Paragliders that just took off from Signal Hill
Hillary
and I met up for Free Tour #2, which was a tour of the Bo Kaap neighborhood.
It’s a super colorful area of Cape Town where everyone still greets you
(“Salaam” – it’s mostly Muslim there), people look out for each other, and
troublemaking kids play a kind of ding-dong-ditch game. Our guide had
practically grown up in that neighborhood, so it was great to hear some of his
first-hand stories of the area. He explained that it’s so colorful because a
long time ago, when everything was painted white, one person painted their
house a bright color to distinguish it from the others as a sort of
advertisement for the business they were running there. Other people caught on,
trying to be more colorful than the next, and the result is:
Hillary
and I finished off the evening with dinner at Bisemilah restaurant in the Bo
Kaap for some delicious bobotie, a traditional South African dish of spiced
mincemeat coated in a kind of egg topping, served over rice. It was so
flavorful!
About
halfway through my stay in Cape Town, I decided to move to a new hostel. Zebra
Crossing was great, but I wanted to check out another hostel that some of my
friends had stayed at, Long Street Backpackers. While Zebra Crossing was calm
and quiet, Long Street Backpackers had a reputation of being loud and crazy.
And it delivered, in a good way. It was also R170 per night, but wifi wasn’t
free. I wasn’t mad, though, as I feel like it forces people to actually interact
with each other (gasp!), which traveling is all about anyway. Wifi is a crutch. Plus I
had a sim card with a little data anyway, so I could do the essentials like
Whatsapp and email.
View from one of several balconies of Long Street Backpackers
So the day after I moved hostels, I loaded up my Cape Town bus card and bussed to Hout Bay, which is
a beautiful beach and harbor area just south of Cape Town. I really wanted to
surf, but the waves were tiny to nonexistent. The surf shop guy there told me it
wouldn’t be worth trying to surf. I love the ocean, though, so I couldn’t
resist at least swimming in the (freezing) water anyway. On the way back from
Hout Bay, I stopped by Lladundo and Camps Bay, incredible-looking beaches.
Camps Bay Beach
I
got back to Long Street Backpackers and immediately met an Israeli girl staying in my
dorm. All Israelis have to go into the army, and she just finished three years
of field intelligence. She was traveling now and would start college in a few
months, and felt behind compared to similar-aged people of other nationalities,
because lots of them have already established their careers by now. But I told
her that having three years of life experience was better, because now she has
a better idea of what she wants to do with her life before going to college.
Lots of people, me included, just went to college without really knowing what
they wanted to do, because going to college is just “what one does” right after
high school.
Other
people I met at this hostel include a sweet but crazy English guy, covered in
tattoos, who takes a few weeks off every year and just goes insane partying in
some foreign location. His blood brother, one of the managers of the hostel,
and this English guy were being crazy together while another manager, a guy with
a beer belly and a ponytail, looked on with a mixture of indifference,
judgement, and brotherly love. There were also a couple of stunt guys who liked
to hang out at the hostel a lot, one of which legit looked like a ken doll. The
fun and craziness continued through my stay, helped along by the hostel bar’s
free-shots-for-varying-levels-of-nudity policy (which I did not personally
participate in. Don't worry, Mom.).
Perhaps
the most iconic destination in Cape Town is Table Mountain, named so presumably
because it’s flat on top. Many afternoons, a cloud will descend onto the top
and start spilling down the sides, which people aptly call the table cloth. I
woke up early one morning and bussed up the long hill to the base of the
mountain. I went to the info booth and they pointed the way to the advised
path, which I heard was just 2+ hours of stairs up to the top. I asked where
the fun/hard path was, and they told me that that path was not advised because it
was more dangerous, and that if I got hurt and told someone that the info
people had told me how to go up the hard path, they would get in trouble. After
persisting, the lady reluctantly nudged her head in the direction of the start
of the trail. Sweet! It was really fun, with lots of rock scrambling, some
chains and staples where they didn't need to be, no chains or staples where they definitely needed to be, and great views of the city once I got toward the top. For
those who don’t care to climb the mountain, there is a cable car that will take
you right to the top in just a few seconds. The hard path up would have been
almost impossible to go down, as I was hoisting and squeezing myself on and
between boulders on the way up, so I decided to take the normal path down.
Surprise, it was an hour and a half of stairs, to the detriment of my knees.
Ouch. While I can go up a mountain all day long (and have), I always hate going
down a mountain. I might have taken the cable car down had I known/wasn’t so
cheap.
Partway up Table Mountain, looking at Lion's Head
"This is not an easy way down," accurately advises a sign at the top where the hard path pops out
The tiny city below
Another
great place in Cape Town is the V&A Waterfront. It’s a big expanse of shops
and restaurant on the edge of the harbor. AKA it's pretty fancy. I got some awesome food, including a
pan-seared beef and feta cheese wrap and some bubble tea. There was a Korean
cultural festival happening when I was there, and I watched some k-pop dance
contest on the steps of a little amphitheater. Then I walked to the Sea Point
Promenade, which is a path along the water.
These yellow frame things are all over the city
Tourists think they're funny
The
main reason I was at the waterfront was because that’s where the Robben Island
tour leaves. I had ordered my ticket online a few days earlier because they
sell out pretty quickly. My tour mates and I lined up to get on the ferry,
which takes you 45 minutes out to Robben Island. After we got there, we got on some busses
that would take us around the island. Before getting to the prison, we had a
small tour of the island itself and what buildings used to be what, and also
saw some penguins. At the prison, we got a tour with this awesome ex-political
prisoner who told us all about life in the prison. There were many people,
including Nelson Mandela, who were held there for many years for being part of
the resistance movement against apartheid. He told us about how you were only
allowed to have a few letters per year, and they were heavily censored by
prison authorities by having words and sentences physically cut out of the
paper. He told us about working in the quarries hammering rocks, and that the
prisoners used to have secret meetings there to discuss political plans against
the apartheid government. Even in prison, apartheid was going strong, as black
prisoners had to wear short pants like children, got easier jobs, and got less
food, and coloured prisoners got better treatment. Then we all ferried back to
the mainland. I don’t think I would have understood/appreciated the tour NEARLY
as much if I hadn’t read Nelson Mandela’s book, Long Walk to Freedom. It’s
super interesting, and in general it helped inform me about life in South
Africa (and in turn, somewhat about life in Lesotho).
Entrance to Robben Island
Beautiful Table Mountain on the mainland
Our guide talking to the group in the prison yard
One
day, I decided to take the third of three free walking tours, this time in the
District 6 area of the city. The tour was pretty boring, so I abandoned it and
walked to Woodstock, a neighborhood in the northeast of the city. It was such a
good idea to go there instead of enduring the rest of the tour, because I found
SO MUCH STREET ART! If you know me, you know that I love love love street art,
and it was literally around every corner in this neighborhood. Some people
sitting outside their houses were super friendly, and when they saw me with my
camera, they even pointed me in the direction of the best pieces. So cool!
Woodstock, straight ahead
This was one of the murals that the tour guide showed us. It's very important, but the building owner was painting over it! We might have been some of the last people to see it. It depicted what life was like in the 60s, 70s, 80s, and 90s in South Africa.
A huge mural
Beep
Lots of the murals were animal-related, including this elephant...
...and this rhino
And even some of the buildings are crazily painted
The
last place I went around Cape Town was Muizenberg, a beach town known for
surfing. By this point, the train was actually running again, so a German guy
(who I had first met in Coffee Bay and was staying at my hostel again in Cape
Town) and I trained about an hour down there. Someone had told him that the
train was unsafe, but I found it perfectly fine. Sure, there was graffiti all
over the outside, but I felt completely safe. Some people are just sketched out
over nothing, I guess. After we arrived at Muizenberg, we both rented surf
boards and wetsuits and tried our hand at the waves. I still kind of suck at
surfing, but every time I do it, I have the best time. Then after falafel for
lunch, we went on a quest to buy him a wetsuit that he could take with him when
he went to New Zealand in a few days. He was doing the one year working visa,
which I am becoming more and more enthralled by. He was going to be a hiking
guide there, which sounds awesome because I heard that New Zealand is
absolutely beautiful for hiking. We eventually found him a suit and trained
back to Cape Town, sufficiently exhausted by the day.
A screenshot of all the places I had dropped pins on my maps.me app. It shows where all I stopped along the coast from Durban to Cape Town!
I
was super sad to leave Cape Town, and I forced myself to buy a bus ticket to
Pretoria a few days earlier because I knew that if I didn’t buy it, I’d just
stay in Cape Town forever. A friend I’d made at the hostel was super nice and
drove me to the bus/train station where I got on the Intercape bus to Pretoria.
Cape Town was one of the best places I’d visited by far: outdoor activities,
indoor activities, food, night life, ocean, more food, diverse cultures, and cool people, Bye, Cape Town! I’ll definitely be back!