This is how some random internet site described Mowbray, which is the suburb of Cape Town which will be my home for the next 64 days (but who is counting...?). I arrived Cape Town, or the Kappstaad as written in Afrikaans last night after a 1400 kilometre drive straight through South Africa. Despite someone might wondering why I didn't get a direct flight to CT, it was definitively worth the time, and the drive was through a landscape one would never expect could go on for so incredible long time. The whole first day was nothing but flat, flat, flat. We stayed overnight at a little bed and breakfast somewhere after Springfontein and was served typical South African for dinner, served by an Afrikaans lady speaking like the muffin man in Shrek. After the nice meal we went to bed listening to a ceiling fan working overtime and the growls of the watch-dogs outside. Neadless to say - I didn't sleep much.
After another 800 km on the road yesterday we got to Cape Town yesterday afternoon. We were dropped off at our house in Mowbray and quickly started to orientate us. The nearest shop close at 6pm, and so does almost everything else, so it actually becomes kind of dead quiet after that time. We have five big rooms, a livingroom and a kitcken filled with coackroaches, but we can see Devil's Peak from the front door and there are frangipani flowers everywhere.
Today we bought the food we couldn't get hold of last night and headed towards the beach. Not sure which beach we were going to but the taxi driver let us off at Sea Point and we walked along Cape Town's "riviera" to Clifton's 1st beach. He has four. It was an amazing place, hot, yet windy so not too hot, and just a amazing change from the 20cm of snow that Oslo is currently battling. After a nice meal at a restaurant in Long Street we caught a taxi home around Table Mountain, sprayed up two insect repellent boxes to try combat the roaches in the bathroom, and will soon get up to more mischief and mayhem.
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