Mark and I were holding hands, crossing the street when I casually mentioned that there was a car quickly approaching. “That’s why I said ‘cross quickly’.” “Mmr, mmr, mmr, mmr, mmr,” I joked in an R2D2 voice. We had just finished McDonalds breakfast (with a supplemental Theraflu for my goobery cold), and were planning our potential future in Cape Town. We’re always taking applications for somewhere to live, and Cape Town was meeting the ideals: mountains, ocean, outdoor sports, multicultural cuisine and cultures.
We caught up with Joel and Michael as they returned from a 5 am hike up Table Mountain. Surprisingly, they were up for a trip to Cape Point, so the four of us set off on foot to the train station. Along the way, we met a young man who was hungry. Normally, we don’t give to beggars, but this kid was clearly hungry. He told us he would not return the food, he hadn’t eaten in 24 hours, and we could watch him eat it. It was heartbreaking. We bought him 3 pot pies and a box of milk at the corner store.
We took the 45 minute graffiti train to Fish Hoek where we hopped onto a 5 minute bus to Simon Town. From there, we walked to a bike shop where we rented bikes. We pedaled to Boulder to see the African penguins which were absolutely adorable, and coincidentally, impossible not to pet. I’m not advocating that people should do it, I just couldn’t resist. They’re so soft. From there, the bike ride was brutal. The winds were fierce, blowing us all over the road. The sea salt air was intoxicating, but eventually, we found ourselves ditching the bikes and opting for a park bench along the water. We listened to the soothing sounds of the white caps breaking and commented about how much it reminded us of a spliced together picture of California Pacific Coast Highway and Greece. The wind became too fierce to continue by bike, so we turned back around and let the wind push us uphill. We returned the bikes and headed back toward the train.
On the way back home, Mark and I stopped in Kaulk for seafood. For roughly $30, we dined outdoors on chili prawns and garlic calamari with cilantro rice. On the way back to the train, we saw two orphaned teen boys who were hungry, so we bought them meat pies and milk. Then, we saw two more boys who were hungry, so we fed them too. It’s heartbreaking to think about being hungry, especially during the teen years when kids grow so much.
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| Chili Prawns and Garlic Marinated Calamari |
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| Three gals dancing to the sounds of an outdoor band |
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