Fairest Cape Vol.I Pt.II: On Being Pale and Drinking Tea
Relief fills me as I leave the uneasy company of a person that has at a time meant more than comfort and safety to me. I let myself think about it and then choose to ignore the gloom it evokes. The commune of "hi-friends" is less awkward and I let myself be less aware.
Not used to being the first person awake, I make tea and bide my time before we find breakfast. The beach is the next stop and I buy a pair of slops. People put their sunglasses on as I take my shirt off on one of the Clifton's and we sit watching the women working on their full-body tans. The wind picks up and we move out to Beta beach. No-one is around to don their sunglasses this time around and the cold water begins to sting my feet. One visits the rocks on the waters edge, another sits in the shade and her brother loses himself in search of seashells. The sky absorbs me into the recurring erosion of clouds that erupt from it at violent regularity.
A stop for ginger beer and fireballs on the way to the bottle store before drinking games and a short walk to Green Man for dancing. Few people. Terrible music. Much fun. My feet sting again, but this time it's from fatigue and I find myself a seat to doze in. The brother wakes me for BP pies and the walk home. It's now that I learn that despite their appearance, Cape Town's street signs can support my weight.
More tea in the morning and more Vonnegut. Today is slow and quiet. Tonight is home-made Thai green curry. Tomorrow is the move to another bed.
Not used to being the first person awake, I make tea and bide my time before we find breakfast. The beach is the next stop and I buy a pair of slops. People put their sunglasses on as I take my shirt off on one of the Clifton's and we sit watching the women working on their full-body tans. The wind picks up and we move out to Beta beach. No-one is around to don their sunglasses this time around and the cold water begins to sting my feet. One visits the rocks on the waters edge, another sits in the shade and her brother loses himself in search of seashells. The sky absorbs me into the recurring erosion of clouds that erupt from it at violent regularity.
A stop for ginger beer and fireballs on the way to the bottle store before drinking games and a short walk to Green Man for dancing. Few people. Terrible music. Much fun. My feet sting again, but this time it's from fatigue and I find myself a seat to doze in. The brother wakes me for BP pies and the walk home. It's now that I learn that despite their appearance, Cape Town's street signs can support my weight.
More tea in the morning and more Vonnegut. Today is slow and quiet. Tonight is home-made Thai green curry. Tomorrow is the move to another bed.
Labels: relationships, travel
At 11:11 Debaser mumbled incoherently.
1 Comments:
Drinking games and street signs! Good times. I see Grahamstown BP isn't the only one in SA to be frequented by pie-cravers in the early hours of the morning...
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