Today, we walked down to the V&A harbour, we took in a cruise for R50 (approx, 3.50 GBP, where's the damn pound symbol on this keyboard) and we saw dolphins having a mother flippin' feeding frenzy right below us,
I reckon it's got to be the cheapest dolphin viewing out there. Our guide said it was pretty special, I choose to believe him. I also stood (outside) where the immortal Snoop Dog once stayed at the poshest, most expensive hotel in CT, there was a golden Seal statue outside covered in plaques that listed all the former guests, never mind all the presidents and sportsmen, it's bloody Snoop Dog!
I reckon it would have been about R1000 just to take a piss, so we loitered outside like peasants. We took a taxi back to the hostel which is supposed to be charged by the kilometre but I swear this guy had us on a special un-tanned, scared looking tourist meter, boy that thing went up fast.
There's a hell of a lot to do in Cape Town, earlier we saw Table Mountain high above the harbour, but we're biding our time like all good travellers do, it's got to be clear skies, otherwise you're just some mug on a rock, looking down at cloud. There's always tommorow.
Until next time ........ x
We have arrived baby. We weren't met by the busy Cape Town I had expected but by a quiet ghost town that seems to shut down on Sunday. Long Street, our home for the next six days is peaceful (I want my money back) nothing like we had been told, pretty hard to believe that this old colonial street will soon host the best NYE parties in town, and we will be there, drunken, disheveled, sweaty and lovin' it. Long Street Backpackers Hostel is fantastic. Securely gated above the (usually) busy street it chills, the atmosphere is completely laid back, almost horizontal! We sat at the bar for ten minutes and easily made friends, who let us know where we have to go, and where we MUST not. The room is tiny, a double set off a shared dorm, but it's comfy, and that's all I need.