Cape Town is another planet, the place looks modern and acts modern and has all the mod-cons you could desire, but the mind is still in some foggy romantic past. They hear the ring of swords on the beach, or the fire of muskets around Devils Peak, or perhaps the creak of wagons leaving for the Transvaal (the sigh of accompanying relief!). And everywhere people run...
Seriously, this town is really laid back. The people are like "morê is nog 'n dag"[Tomorrow's another day]. That's also another word that is liberally used... "like". As an adjective, an adverb and a noun??? Only in Cape Town ha-ha-ha! And everywhere people run..
How did we get here? (from the previous post)
Beaufort Wes - Leeu Gamka - Lainsburg - Matjiesfontein - Touwsrivier - De Doorns - Worcester(wine, rugby and visit!) - Paarl - Cape Town - Bantry Bay(phew... feet up, chill out Cape Town Style!)
And everywhere people are still running... From what? To where? Running from mortality, from their demons, from their clutter, from their black Beamer, from their inevitable flab... Running to their dreams, to their lovers, to their end? And everywhere they still run! I am exhausted!
Me, I just take the bus there and enjoy the ride!
