After what was a most uncomfortable and long flight, I made it to this gorgeous place, Cape Town. It kind of reminds me of Balmain with the beautiful terrace homes and their wrought iron trimmings. It is still early morning and the streets are quiet. I have roamed the streets since after 7am as I was in search of a SIM card. In typical Melissa fashion, it doesn't seem to be working (yet).
My driver, Sufesa, picked me up from Cape Town airport. All ran smoothly upon arrival to Capetown and I was surprised with how orderly life is here. I should rephrase that as the orderliness exists in the main centre. Immediately upon leaving the airport, I was utterly shocked by the sprawl of corrugated sheds, not fit for choocks (in my mind). And then I realised that this was a Township. What a contrast between the beautiful rendered ornate homes (bordered with high fences and bars) and the corrugated, graffitied shacks. The only thing that made me realise that people live there was the sight of children playing soccer.
I am about to meet the sister of my friend, Laurian. She is a local Capetonian and is taking me to a market at a gentrified old biscuit mill.
I still haven't met my cycle tour group yet but thin they will be arriving after lunch.
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