City Guide || Cape Town

The trip has just been a whirlwind of activities and excitement in these first weeks in Cape Town. Hardly two weeks and I’ve taken over 1,250 photos! It feels like we have done so much in a very short amount of time. I lose track of the days. Jet lag finally seems to have worn off, and I am enjoying every moment of our stay in this beautiful country.

Cape Town Water Front

May 19th

We hiked up Table Mountain. It gives a view of both the Indian and Atlantic oceans and almost the entire city.

May 20th

We had a small family reunion of N’s dad’s siblings. The place, we stayed at, was quite cool it was called !Khwa ttu. It is a bushman museum. It was an excellent location for a group gathering. We slept in tents with sticks over them and the communal area it was all built with sticks. We went on a mini-safari, to see some of the wildlife and learn a bit about the culture.

May 21st

We went down to the Waterfront, which is just breathtaking. The place, where the ocean and mountains meet, is strikingly beautiful.

May 22nd

We toured a Vineyard/Winery. Groot Constantia established in 1685 is the oldest one in Cape Town.

May 23rd

We went to Boulder’s Beach to see the penguins. I thought they were pulling my leg first, but there are hundreds of African Penguins.

We drove up signal hill that night. You can see all the lights of the city. It’s a bit of a lover’s lane apparently and rightly so, it’s a wonderful view.

May 24th

We went to Cape of Good Hope/Cape Point. Tourists are often told it is the most Southern point of Africa but it is more a South Western Point, but it still offers quite a spectacular view. It is thought to be the place where the two oceans meet.

May 25th

We took a ferry over to Robben Island and took a tour of the prison where Nelson Mandela detained as a political prisoner. Our guide through the prison was a former political prisoner there.

We also went on a tour of the Langa Township. My understanding of  townships, based on what I have been told, is that townships were historically where all the black, coloured, Indian and Millay (people of Malaysian descent) people were forced to live. Everyone was separated by racial group and placed into designated areas around the cities.

They still exist all over the country even though people are no longer forced to live here they stay because they have strong communities in these places. They are areas associated with great poverty.

Our guide, who grew up and still lives in a township, was very positive and hopeful about the work of the government and the improvements happening in these communities.

It was a very interesting experience for us to walk around with him (it is not really considered safe to do this without a guide). We went into people's homes. Most live in hostel style quarters; these have six rooms per building. The hostels were originally built to house sixteen working men to live in while they were employed away from home. Now several families live in one small room. The one we visited had eight people living in an extremely tiny room, with three beds. It becomes easy to imagine how impossible it would be to protect yourself and your family against crime, violence and violation in this living situation. Families pay R20 ~$3/person/month in the older hostels. The more newly renovated ones rent for R 80 ~$11/person/month. The rest of the residents mainly live in shanties.  The occupants of these more temporary looking houses  families who have moved into the city for work. Some people live in stand alone concrete housing, and we did see a few quite nice homes of people who have chosen to stay in their township after becoming more successful.

We drank homemade beer in a kind of “pub” shack and sang with the men. And we visited a “traditional healer” aka witch doctor. He wore what looked like a whole raccoon on his head and a red sash and waved a wand made of some tale with long hair around. I was pretty sure he was under the influence of something—his hut was very cramped and filled with mysterious and creepy things. Between the smells, the tight space, the weird hanging everywhere and the flies, I nearly lost my lunch.

May 26th

Today has been a wonderfully relaxing day for me. I got to sleep in and then go to the beach and read. N and his siblings went surfing early this morning. Now they are off with some of his sister’s friends caving. I have had the perfect day sitting in the sun with my book and now taking refuge indoors as the day cools.

Yesterday’s tours were a lot for me to digest. Thinking about Mandela and the other political prisoners and what they fought so hard to have; what they sacrificed for freedom, what they endured not knowing if it would ever change anything. Looking at the lives of the people in the townships and the extent of their poverty. And beyond their poverty are the social issues that occur because of the poverty.

I could say, yes, that’s just how it is but at the same time it is hard for me to reconcile with my standard of living standing in this poverty. As well it forces me to confront the complacent way that I thoughtlessly pass my days. When you see these people, you question how you are justifying yourself. The suffering is very real. There are no easy answers. It greatly troubles me. I could just stop everything and change everything in my life but what good comes of that. I could give all my money away to whoever asks but is that the best way. Seeing these dirty children running aimlessly between the shanty houses, I felt sick about how comfortable I have become in my life.

It is not all bad. There are many positive things in these communities as well. There is hope.

 Tonight N and his brother drove a few hours from Cape Town to Hermanus where they will go shark cage diving. I have opted of this activity. I hope will not regret this choice, N has promised to take extensive pictures so I can live vicariously. The girls I will join them on Friday, to entertain ourselves more safely, and on dry land. 

Welcome to South Africa

May19 2011

Welcome to South Africa

Newly married N and I are headed off on our first ever trip together!

We are travelling to South Africa with his parents, four sibling’s and our four-month-old niece. There are nine of us travelling together to meet up with his extended family that all live there. I have never been to Africa before and am both nervous and very excited.

Our first official day in South Africa is coming to a close.

The flight was less grueling than I had expected. I have never experienced such royal treatment as you receive on South African Airlines. I’m guessing it’s more the way flying used to be. When we got on the plane there was a little travel pack waiting on our seats: a warm blanket, socks, sleeping mask, tiny pillow and a toothbrush/paste set. We’ve been served three hot meals so far, including a breakfast omelet. They also serve complimentary wine in half bottles.

We came out relatively unscathed, considering that there are nine of us. There was a delay with one suitcase, and the baby stroller broke. The case was recovered, and a voucher received to cover some of the broken stroller. Frustrating losses but manageable.

We are now settled into a Convent Guesthouse (no that is not a typo—real nuns still live here) for the week. N's Omi has the refrigerator stocked full of tasty meals and the cupboards with home made rusks. Rusks are a South African treat a bit like biscotti that everyone loves. They are disappearing very quickly.

The place is huge with enough space for everyone to have their own room. There is a large kitchen and sitting room as well. The grounds are lovely. I could sit all day our in the warm sun reading in the garden. N and I have a cozy little private room at the back of the house just off the living room. It has a bathroom and the extra room in its own sort of nook. It’s very pleasant.

The nights are much colder than expected, even though I had been forewarned of this. It makes for very uncomfortable sleeping. The days are lovely and warm, even though it is winter here. I feel conspicuous like tourists because we are in our shorts when the nationals are bundled up in tights, toques and scarves.

N's sister introduced me to the most fantastic lattes the world has ever known, or that I have ever known. I was thrilled that we purchased a zoom lens today. I can’t wait to go to the game parks and take pictures of the African wildlife.

We went down to a waterfront area and had a quick, cold look at the beach. We wrapped up the day with a big family dinner at this great pizza place.

Safety is a constant concern. Even if the way, we do things, isn’t particularly different (we still carry purses and cameras and lock doors at the same points) the mindset is always alert and cautious. It is a bit stressful. I am not sure I would notice as a tourist, but our local family is constantly reminding us. Everyone has a story of being robbed or worse.

There are many people working informally. One example of this is the self-assigned car guards. They wear neon reflective vests that look like they’ve seen better days. When we parallel parked the car in a free parking location someone came up to us and said hello and that he would watch the car. I didn’t pay much attention to him. When we returned though there another man, in a vest, who told us that he had been watching the car the whole time and asked for money. I assume they shift off.

We are currently in one of the wealthiest provinces in the country, and the poor are relatively out of sight. The infrastructure looks much like home, the shops are familiar; everyone speaks English, and it is comfortable feeling.

Cape Town is a stunning city! The oceans and the mountains and some truly lovely architecture caressed by lush plant life. Table Mountain sits at the center of the city. It is used to navigate which part of the city you are in because it looks distinctly different from each side.

It gets dark so early (around 6:30pm) that I feel I have not seen much of it much look forward to experiencing more of it.

I can’t get over the fantastic smell of Africa. I just love it here.

I still can’t get over, the fact that we are here. 

Honeymooning

The Travel Blog Begins...

Newly weds, 4 countries, 2 months — Here we go!

Happily Honeymooning!
At the Edmonton Airport May 8 2011 heading to Montreal.  

N and I are having a great time traveling together!  We like to travel much the same way.  Lots of walking and food check out some sights and just take it easy.  It is working out well. 

We arrived in Washington DC yesterday afternoon.  Their metro system has possibly the most complicated ticket purchasing system ever!  You buy different tickets for what time of day, how many days, how many times per day. You pay more at rush hour and if your ticket didn’t cover the times that you got on you have to pay an "exit fee".  It nearly did me in when we had to take the train and bus for an hour and a half to get to our hotel in Rockville. Plus we didn't realize until the end of our stay that there are different tickets for us and metro. The bus drivers were al just getting annoyed at us, but  no one explained why.


When we got to the hotel, our room had two double beds instead of the King we had booked. So we will spend the remainder of our honeymoon in separate beds. Very romantic!

But we had dinner at a lovely little place ‘Primo Italiano’ that had fantastic pizza, and there was live music in the square so then it all felt better, after that.


Today we went to Smithsonian. Everything is free which is one of the things that drew us to taking the rest of our layover in DC. We spent almost the entire day at the Natural History Museum.  It was pretty cool to see many of the animals that we will see in Africa in a few weeks; even if they are stuffed.

The hope diamond is there as well, and it’s huge!  I hadn’t realized it was blue until we saw it today. We watched a 3D IMAX movie on Dinosaurs…so, yea; we like totally learned tons about super nerdy things today. It was totally Paleozoic!


N and I are really enjoying amusing ourselves with the excessive American patriotism.  We saw a woman today just wearing a t-shirt of their whole flag.  Many of the school children have shirts that say I <3 DC.  They are poser NY shirts, which is pretty funny.  Everywhere we go it’s packed with people who seem to be making a kind of pilgrimage.  Interesting place to be that’s for sure.

We found butter chick out of a roadside kiosk…does it get any more awesome!

We began our honeymoon in Montreal, it was exactly what we had hoped to find.  We got in lots of relaxing with just enough to keep us entertained.

We found a little middle-eastern corner store with the most fantastic pita and hummus the two of us had ever tasted.  And mountains of fresh fruit for dirt-cheap.  We stopped there for snacks before heading out each day.

Starbucks dans Montreal! In honour of my beloved little sister, we hit up the Starbucks several mornings for le café.  And of course got the traditional traveling Starbucks picture there.

We checked out Mount Royal, which overlooks the whole city and is quite beautiful.  Visited Atwater Market and wandered around by the St. Lawrence.  Our last night after dinner we went to one of Montréal’s many little café/bar/bistro’s Theatre Bar, which was so cool inside. It was   artsy and random with excellent lattes and dessert.

Everyone in Montreal rides bikes. You see them all over the streets and chained up to every available pole. The bikes make the city feel alive.  They have these great little rental bikes that you can rent and then bike to another little rental stop.  We kept planning to take them but never knew where we were going well enough to take them. We found rental bikes in Washington too now although they may get overruled in favour of Segways!

Notre Dame Cathedral

We wandered through Old Montreal.  It’s very old world looking, quite a European feel.  And there we happened upon Notre Dame Cathedral, it was breathtakingly beautiful.  It made me think of the real Notre Dame, and I thought Dad would have loved it.

We also checked out the underground city which seemed over rated to us both, but it is all these walking tunnels underground that have some shopping in them.  Eaton centre, which the tunnels eventually lead us to, is far more impressive.  It’s like five floors, similar to West Edmonton Mall only way better laid out and consistently better shops.  There were also great strip malls down the streets by our hotel (Hotel Nouvelle - right down town).