Ah… finally a chance to actually relax.
Not that I’m complaining, but we’re *tired.* Planning
the wedding and this trip at the same time, having the wedding,
finalizing trip preparations, packing the apartment, then going
to Oxford, Uganda, and Tanzania… we need a nap. Travel veterans
usually recommend working some serious downtime into long trips.
I can certainly see why; I’m content to sit and do nothing
for a few weeks. So this month in Cape Town will not be as cram-packed
full of adventure as the previous months. And what a place to
relax; Cape Town and the surrounding area is flush with natural
beauty: mountains, oceans, the works.
As a start, I’m writing this on the beach
– Camps Bay, to be specific. Well, actually I’m writing
it on the laptop while we sit on some grass really near the beach.
I suppose I could write it ON the beach with a stick in the sand,
but that would take a really long time and you’d probably
never get to read it.
Susan is relaxing next to me reading a book
called The Devil Wears Prada. While it seems as likely
as not that the Devil does indeed wear Prada, this is one book
that will not be read by both parties.
Camps Bay (looking
away from the beach)
Just so I’m not completely shirking my
journal responsibilities, I’ll tell you a bit about the
beach. The water is a schizophrenic color vacillating between
turquoise and royal blue, and our view is dotted with little rock
islands. This beach is on the Atlantic Ocean side, not the Indian.
The weather is beautiful and seems perfect for swimming, but nobody
is because the water is really very cold. Okay, I lie, one crazy
person just ran in (surely a tourist) – perhaps there is
a method for extracting a frozen ice block human from the ocean
if necessary. In from the ocean is a lovely strip of light-colored
sand that extends about 75 meters inland. There are a few people
scattered here and there, but it’s not crowded. We’re
sitting on a well groomed strip of grass (about 50 meters deep)
that butts up against the sand and is home to a variety of nice
trees and interesting rocks (some quite large). A very pleasant
place to sit – the temperature and wind are perfect. And
hey, my wife’s here, so it’s a happy place for me
We forgot the beach umbrella that was kindly
provided with our apartment rental, so we were thinking about
renting one here. But the fellow wanted R25 for it (25 rand is
about $4), and then he wanted additional moolah for chairs and
ha! – even cushions! So we opted for the free shade under
this nice tree instead.
Before we settled down in this spot, we strolled
up and down the strip, ate some lunch and walked into a nearby
real estate office. We asked about prices, interest rates, down
payments and any difficulties with owning property as foreigners.
We often do this when we travel somewhere; we theoretically examine
what it might be like to live there more permanently (jobs, house/apartment,
schools for kids, etc.). It's mostly out of curiosity and in case
we want to live abroad someday, we’d like to be informed.
“Very interesting,” we responded to the helpful agent
(the prices here aren’t that low), as we politely accepted
a business card and calmly strolled out of the office, affecting
our most expensive gait.
Thus begins our lazy stay in Cape Town.