It's been a week now, that Dave and I have been in Africa. We spent several days in Cape Town, where Sarah is studying, and managed to do a number of touristy things, including hiking Table Mountain, a tour of the Stellenbosch winelands, and a visit to Robben Island. Since then, we rented a car and drove down to Cape Point and onwards (on the left side of the road) to the smaller towns of Swellendam and Oudtshoorn.
Between the quaint Cape Dutch architecture to the lush green scenery to "Mr. Jones" playing in the rugby bar, it has, so far, been easy to forget that we're in Africa and not Europe. But then, we'll pass a sprawling, ramshackle township on the side of the highway, with kids playing soccer in the grassy shoulder and minibuses and trucks buzzing around, packed with commuters who hop off in the middle of the road and dart across to safety. Or our car will be accosted by a herd of baboons, scuttling down the cliffside on the side of a mountain pass. Or, when sitting down to dinner, we'll be presented with fascinating options such as ostrich steak (delicious), bobotie (delicious), and grilled crocodile (so so).
The sightseeing part of our trip has hardly begun, but we've already seen so many great things. I can only imagine what we'll experience and learn once we settle into Zonkizizwe. We actually met a pair of 19 year old Brits last night who had done something similar, for five weeks, and are now exploring several countries during their gap year. They seemed to have had an amazing time. I'm hopeful that, in a few weeks, we can say the same.
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