Well I managed to fly under the radar just once in my life. I figured I share way too much with the world, so this is what I did on Friday afternoon:
7:30 am - Wake up. Wash face. Stuff clothes into a suitcase.
8:00 am - Put full suitcase into back of car.
8:30 am - Tell boss I have press conference to attend at 2:00pm.
1:00pm - Realise, with horror, that a work colleague is going to be where I am, when I'm supposed to be at said press conference.
2:00pm - drive to airport. On the way, airline phones me to tell me flight is delayed by three hours. Strike at airport strikes again.
3:00 pm - Arrive, put hat on as camouflage, because don't want to bump into colleague, although she is flying to Durban.
5:00pm - get onto standby flight.
5:15 pm - Not chosen. Get onto another standby flight.
6:00pm - I'm chosen! Yay! Fly to Cape Town.
8:00pm - Arrive in Cape Town. Spend weekend in Cape Town.
Monday morning - Did I just spend two days in Cape Town? Yes, I belive I did.
Cape Town, you must understand, is a gorgeous, gorgeous place. My extended family lives there, so it's pretty much m second home. I lives and studied there for 3 years. I just haven't been back for almost 18 months now.
Now I am a tourist, although I stay at my mum's place. I drive past old student haunts in my old student car and feel very nostalgic. I look at Table Mountain and have to agree: although Joburg is wonderful, vibey and eclectic - this place is freaking beuatiful. I had breakfast on Long Street - possibly the most incredible street in the world - I went to watch jazz on it later, and have a tin roof milkshake at Mr Pickwick's. I watched seals play at the Waterfront, I drank Earl Grey on Kloof, and I realised that Cape Town is a closed chapter. Everyone's moved on - to London and Joburg mainly - it was a different life, a different pace and I am happy where I am. Although, I'd love to live there again someday.
Things are so much slower there: I didn't hear one noise - not one hooter, siren, bird, nothing until 10:00am on Saturday morning. It's bizarre.
I also saw my dad. Who's dating some STRANGE cookie. But let's not go there.
See you in December Cape Town.