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Part 2-ish

I'm not sure exactly why, but this, my second time in Cape Town was nowhere near as much fun as the first. Partly it was the company I now kept, or lack of it. Maaret had obviously been with me last time but was now in Pretoria about to fly back to Europe. Adrian was also away, and whilst last time there had been a good group of people in the hostel to hang out with, on my return it just wasn't working for me. Then there was the fact that the novelty and initial 'wow' factor of Cape Town had obviously worn off. Plus, I had many chores to do in only a couple of days and the undeniable realisation that it was pretty much all over: In 2 or 3 days I would be leaving Cape Town on the beginning of the end of my trip.

With all that in mind, perhaps it is more surprising i did not spend the whole time crying or committing suicide than anything else.

But Cape Town itself seemed to have changed allot as well, even though it was barely 2weeks ago that I had been here. A shipment must have come in (or I looked really bad), as I was suddenly being offered drugs every 50metres or so on Long Street and even elsewhere. And the number of beggars had also sharply risen – i was even accosted by somebody from California (or perhaps with a California accent) who looked dodgy as hell and gave me a long sob story about attacks in a minibus (which do happen) and kids going hungry as passports had been stolen, and how I as a foreigner was the closest the had to a friend at that moment.

The one tourist thing I had left to do – Visit Robben Island – had to be dropped due to a lack of tickets, although I did somehow successfully get all my chores done to my own surprise (Yay, Hospital, Yay. And Yay, spending lots of money, Even Yay-er), as well as enjoy a couple of last good game dinners (Mmmm. Springbok steak and warthog ribs).

The little things that I had sort of brushed off about South Africa, the car guards everywhere out to conn to you, the fact that you have to pay for absolutely everything: Entrance to nothing is free, plus the beggars, touts, and the financial system as already mentioned all started to get on my nerves a little, and I started wishing it would all end.

I am still not entirely sure if i like South Africa (as a whole) or not.

Posted by Gelli 22:57 Archived in South Africa Tagged round_the_world

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