Rolling on the River

  It seems that almost all of our trips involve a cruise of some type and this one was no exception. Coming all the way to Egypt it was obvious to us that a Nile cruise was a must do. This was a great decision.

   We booked our cruise on the Sonesta Star Goddess, a beautiful ship with excellent service, food and accommodations. We had a top floor suite with an extended balcony. It included the excursions to incredible ancient sites as well as visits to reputable vendors for papyrus, alabaster, essence and

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  This is the best way to see the real country. The ship took us through villages where people live as they did centuries ago. Clothes were being washed in the river, homes were mud and straw and donkey cart was a major mode of transport. We even went for a sail on a falluca, an Egyptian sailboat.

  Our tours took us from the tombs of pharaohs in the Valley of the Kings to the Aswan Dam.  We visited temples of the Egyptian gods during the day and early evening. Some of our tours required buses to get to the sites, sometimes we walked and one morning we had a somewhat harrowing ride in a horse drawn carriage while another required a motor boat to reach our destination.

 Under watchful eyes, our guide Hani led us to each destination He was incredibly knowledgeable about both Ancient Egypt  and modern human nature. While providing vast information about each sight he kept his eyes on all of us. The ladies from Lebanon  were celebrating their 70th birthdays and were more interested in shopping and selfies than history. Alex and Gina and their family from Canada were experiencing a lifelong dream to visit Egypt, especially Alex. He was like a kid in a candy shop and his enthusiasm was infectious. Hani always made sure that Alex and the British guys had a chance to take every photo they could have wanted. As for us Hani quickly realized that sending us ahead to a meeting point would give him the opportunity to move along those who were slow or easily distracted. He showed us the best places for photos, warned us of overly aggressive vendors and coordinated all of the transportation requirements of each stop. He even offered us a private evening tour out of Aswan that would have included a visit to a Nubian school and home but we had to decline as the next morning we had to be up early for a car ride back to Luxor.

  The crew of the ship could not have been nicer. We were greeted with damp towels,a drink and a welcome back after each excursion. On the last morning  breakfast was packed for us to take on our drive back to Luxor and a car was arranged by the ship. A member of the crew even waited with us outside to be sure we were safely on our way. I don't know if we will ever return to Egypt but I would definitely return to Sonesta.

  

Walk Like an Egyptian part 2

  While we thoroughly enjoyed this first step to Egypts past we were just learning about Egypts present. Throughout the day on Luxor's west bank the vendors were more than persistent; They bordered on aggressive. A simple no thank you was never enough. Vendors would follow us down the street determined to sell a “genuine” alabaster head of King Tut or a scarf woven by someone's blind mother. Children would stop in front of us in order to sell  a bookmark. Experience has taught us that if you buy from one the other vendors will descend on you to get their sale so as firmly and politely as possible we said no thank you and kept walking. But sometimes even the most seasoned and experienced traveller finds themselves in a difficult situation with a local.

We had chosen to stay on the west bank because that is where most of the historical places are located. between donkey carts, foot traffic and too many vehicles of questionable road worthiness, renting a car and driving ourselves was not an option. We decided to try to find a taxi or single car hire to take us where and when we wanted to go. This had worked well in the Caribbean and in Northern Ireland. As we went out for dinner the night we arrived we noticed that  this type of arrangement was available almost everywhere. We were approached by many and ultimately negotiated the price and details of our excursion with Muhammad believing he would be our driver. Our first surprise came the next morning when he introduced us to his “brother” Omar who would actually be the driver. Our next surprise was when Omar drove us to the tourist office to buy our entrance tickets to the sights we had chosen. No wonder we had such a good price, Muhammad had been deliberately deceiving in his information showing us pictures and information about what he would provide as an independent tour guide.

 As he dropped us at our first sight, Medinet Habu, Omar said he would be back in an hour after he had some breakfast. We pointed out that we were told he would wait as we might not need an entire hour. Sure enough, we were done in 45 minutes and Omar wasn't there. We went across the street (where he said he would be) and had a cup of coffee while we waited.The waitress was not surprised.. She told us this happened all the time; drivers would drop people, leave to smoke a hookah with friends then come back much later for the customers. This was good for her business she admitted but not for the tourist industry in general. Fifteen minutes later-which made our wait a half hour- he returned.

  Our displeasure was expressed in no uncertain terms and at the Ramesseum Omar waited in the parking lot. However as we approached our next stop Deir el-Bahari, Omar told us he had to pick up someone else and drop them off at the temple we had visited earlier but he would definitely be back to pick us up at 2. He arrived at 2:45 with more excuses than a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar; the people arrived late, there was traffic, the road was closed by the police, a train crossing held him up.

 As we approached the neighborhood where we were staying we saw Muhammed  waving to us. With him was a very large German Shepherd. Was he just out walking his dog or was this a not so subtle attempt at intimidation knowing we had not received what we had paid for? It didn't matter. John took the lead on the direction of the conversation, firmly stating that we had been deliberately mislead as to price and terms of service and we would not pay the amount previously agreed upon. Omar stood by the car, nodding in agreement as Muhammed looked to him with the description of each charge .Our position being stated, Muhammed said something in Arabic to Omar who quickly got in the car and drove away.

 With his attention completely on us now Muhammed suggested we go into his friends shop next to us to discuss this matter and have some tea. At this point the friend, Ahmed, came out to also invite us in for tea. Ahmed had lived in England for a few years and had a better command of the English language. It appeared he was the designated mediator in these situations. We went in but declined the offer of a seat and tea. John again explained why we would not pay the full price. Ahmed agreed that we had been mislead, but deliberately? Oh no it was just a different way of doing business. After all how could an independent business compete with large companies if the costs were all included? So ,Ahmed decreed, we should pay the agreed on price, have some tea and the matter would be settled.

  Not so fast. At the time of the negotiation John had asked if everything was included in the price. There was no misunderstanding.  Also, the driver was to be available at our convenience which, John reiterated, was a reason we had not gone with a large group. Another conversation in Arabic between the Egyptians began, complete with head shaking and hand waving. Finally Ahmed turned to us and said,”Muhammad is very upset that you were abandoned by Omar. He will be dealt with, but what can you expect, he is just some boy from the neighborhood Muhammad was trying to help by giving him a job. So go ahead and pay the money and we will drink some tea.

 Ok, stop with the tea. And this morning Omar had been your brother. The issue of the price not including tickets as promised had not been addressed. We were getting more irritated by the second. Another conversation, then Ahmed expressed what we discovered was the mantra of the merchants; It is unfortunate that you are not happy but you can afford to pay the agreed price. It is nothing to you. You have money he does not so if you feel cheated that is regrettable. Just pay the price, we will have some tea and it will be done.

 That was it. Apparently its Ok to cheat and deceive us because we are tourists. John had had enough  He took out his wallet and some money. ‘This is what I have and this is what I will pay for the transportation.” he said. “ The amount we agreed upon included tickets which we have already paid for. Take this or nothing but we are leaving now”. As we moved for the door the men quickly agreed that this would be acceptable and would we now like some tea? I don't think we even answered as we walked out, wiser for the experience and better prepared for the remainder of our time in Egypt.

Walk Like an Egyptian

 It is impossible to call yourself a world traveller and not visit Egypt.  It is often the place most people ask if we have visited. Is is the pyramids, the mummies, King Tut or Queen Cleopatra? Friends and family, old and young, this seems to be a dream destination. So here we were starting our exploration in the City of Luxor.

 We chose to spend a few days on the west bank of the Nle in an apartment away from the more touristy hotels  and more modern east bank. Although the apartment came with a kitchen we decided that since it also came with breakfast we would  not cook while we were here (the very small stove also influenced our decision). The apartment had been designed for the brutally hot summer months but was quite cold in late February. Thankfully the heater and blankets kept us warm at night.

 Days however were the perfect temperature for exploring some of the less visited sites on the west bank. We hired a local driver to take us to three places. He was to let us explore them on our own

and wait in the parking lot so we would have as much or as little time at each as we liked. Our first stop was at Medinet Habu a  temple dedicated to the god Amun for the burial of Ramesses III with some above ground tombs for priests. We were amazed at the vividness of the remaining paint, thinking it surely must be a restoration. But no! this was original paint from thousands of years ago. Egyptian law allows for preservation but not restoration. We met a man working on preserving this monument and he told us of the Valley of Rainbows, many miles north of Luxor where there were color producing minerals. Mixing ground minerals with limestone resulted in paint which in areas unexposed to the elements could last for over two millennia.

  Our next stop was at the Ramesseum, a newly re- discovered temple built by Rameses II. Active archaeological work is going on so some of the areas were fenced off. A spectacular statue of Anubis has been reconstructed at the entrance. Originally the entire walkway would have been lined with similar statues.  In addition to being built to honor and record the significant events in the life of Rameses II the recent excavations have discovered evidence of bakeries, kitchens, supply rooms and a school for scribes. At the entrance to the temple are the remains of two seated statues of the king; one in pink granite and the other in black. The head of the black granite statue was removed in the early 1800’s and is currently in the British museum. This is the artifact that inspired the

poem, Ozymandias by Percy Shelley.

  Our third and final stop was Deir el-Bahari. Here there is a collection of underground tombs of noblemen from the middle kingdom through the Ptolemaic period. Until recently egyptian squatters were living in these tombs. Long , narrow and steep stairs took us underground to view the

magnificently painted walls. These walls were covered with plexiglass to prevent damage and there was always someone in these small to tombs to : 1. guarantee no one vandalized the walls, 2. be sure that we didn't take photos unless we had paid the photo fee, 3. explain the hieroglyphics, 4. ask us for money. After three nearly identical experiences and knowing we would be visiting the Valley of the Kings later that week we decided not to climb down to see the remaining  tombs. Instead we walked around the site, seeing the stone outline of what had been homes and shops in the village and over to an ancient temple that had been turned into a church by 1st century Christians.

  It was a mostly enjoyable day. There were few tourists at these sites which was nice allowing us to enter our journey into ancient Egypt without fighting crowds of people.

Freedom

The Flame of Democracy on Constitution Hill

After our over the moon experience on Safari the politics of South Africa were once again brought to the forefront during our stay in Johannesburg. Although we were in a suburb we were warned by local  residents of Cape Town and Pilanesberg to be careful in Joburg. As we drove into Bryanston, a few miles outside of the city, everything appeared quite nice. It was not until we were walking to a restaurant for dinner that we began to notice things; 1. all of the homes had walls at least six feet tall with barbed or razor wire on the top and signs declaring this or that armed security company protected this home. 2. we were the only white people out walking even though the sun was up and it was a pleasant afternoon. The other people all appeared to be domestics returning from their day off (it was Sunday) 3. drivers in passing cars would turn around to look at us as if we were unusual. And we were.

 Our apartment was lovely. We were able to Uber to the market for groceries, very upscale, and the selection was very good. We even found some of the produce which had been served at the Lodge. Things seemed normal yet somehow not.

 We asked our hosts for suggestions of things to do and see in Joburg. This question seemed to confuse them. They finally suggested the one place we knew about-Constitution Hill and the old prison and fort.  They admittedly rarely went into the city. Again this seemed odd for the owners of a vacation rental.

 Having just finished reading Trevor Noah’s book, Born a Crime, I was very interested to see Joburg. As our uber driver took us to Constitution HIll we passed more walls and wire clad buildings. The entire area appeared as if an attack was imminent. Armed guards were patrolling shopping centers and bus stations while above them campaign posters with faces of all colors promised a “government for all”.

 The old fort and prison on Constitution Hill were a continuation of the story at Robben Island. Even among prisoners discrimination was overt. The amount and type of food depended on the prisoners race. The same went for shower time and sleeping conditions. This prison had been “home” to some of the most influential civil rights leaders of the 20th century including Nelson Mandela and Mahatma Gandhi. Some of the buildings were torn down but the bricks and other materials were used to construct walkways and part of the Courtroom that now stands at the top of the hill. The glass walls and TV monitors attest to the desire to make the law and its enforcement equal and visible to all. In one of the remaining towers formerly used to house prisoners awaiting trial and sentencing there now burns the Flame of Democracy. This perpetual flame was lit in 2011 to commemorate the 15th anniversary of the signing of the Constitution.

 But flames and symbols and campaign promises can’t hide the very visible truth. This is a country still struggling in many areas for equality and opportunity. People in the townships, areas on the edge of the city, are living in what amounts in many cases to a refugee camp. Some of the people are indeed from other countries but many are citizens of South Africa. One or two room dwellings made from corrugated metal are pushed in next to each other with limited or no indoor plumbing.  Piles of garbage fill any space between the homes. People wander aimlessly or sit in a small bit of shade provided by the homes. There are no trees to give shelter from the summer sun. Unemployment is high and so is crime. We were cautioned more than once by drivers to avoid these areas. Apparently even the police won't enter certain townships.

 And so people don’t go out. They don't walk in their neighborhoods. they don't sit in their yards unless it is behind guarded walls. They don’t visit their city. In an attempt to equalize racial profiling by governments of the past the new South Africa has allowed for crime without consequence. This combined with a 27.6% unemployment rate has resulted in a rise in the crime rate particularly robbery.

 While Capetown had been such a friendly, vibrant, multi ethnic city, Johannesburg and the surrounding area is one of suspicion, fear and division. The promise of freedom has not been realized. The struggle continues.

A Song For You

A song for You

“If I have a song of Africa, does Africa have a song of me?” And so begins Out Of Africa, the movie adaptation of Karen Blixens time in Kenya.  Movies and books have always had an impression on me especially those from another time and place. I want to experience the things the characters do. While living on a Kenyan coffee plantation may not be reasonable an African Safari was a definite bucket list item.

 The logistics of getting to Kenya had us spending more time in airports than in the bush so we opted to do our safari in South Africa. After evaluating our options we selected Pilanesberg National Park for our animal encounter.

 Brilliant choice! The Ivory Tree Game Lodge https://ivorytreegamelodge.info/ looked exactly how it should; carved wood, thatch roofs doors that slide open so wide it was as if the walls ceased to exist. Each bungalow had its own patio and outdoor shower with meals in a communal dining room.  Anything was possible if it was within the staffs power to grant.

  Since we were staying for a full week we were upgraded from a one room bungalow to a full suite with a large living area and a huge patio including a plunge pool. From our backyard a wire fence separated us from the wildlife; one morning we saw Kudu grazing on our hill just beyond the fence.

  Each day was the same yet different: 5 am wake up call, meet for coffee at 5:30 then in the jeep and on the road by 6. We had the same guide the entire time. Jumari was amazing. She could drive, avoid potholes, monitor the radio for animal  sightings, talk and joke with us, provide extensive information about flora and fauna and spot animals in grass taller that she was. Around 9 we returned for breakfast at the lodge. In the afternoon we repeated the cycle starting with afternoon tea at 4 out to the bush by 4:30 or 5 and back for dinner around 7:30 or 8.

 While the routine remained the same each drive was different. We may have had a schedule but the animals did not. We quickly learned that Jumari was fearless and determined to give us the best experience possible. Her willingness to take the road less travelled provided us with up close sightings of lions in the road three time- once they even indulged us by roaring. We had an almost too close encounter with the second biggest elephant in the park (even Jumari to knew throw it into reverse when she came across the biggest). We watched the grace of giraffes and the zaniness of zebras rolling in the dirt while impala and wildebeest grazed virtually everywhere.  We saw white rhinos up close and a black rhino from a distance. We managed to find a herd of Cape Buffalo at the base of the hills and catch a glimpse of a leopard in a tree, completing the quest for the big 5 officially if not thoroughly. Out of 7 days we only missed 2 drives, one was rained out and the other we chose to sleep in.

  Even on the drives where we did not see many animals (oh it's just another impala), the beauty of the park was almost beyond description. Flowers, trees and grasslands changed as the light of

sunrise and sunset illuminated or disguised them. The sounds of birds, frogs and insects filled the air as the creatures awoke or settled in for the night. Sometimes we would stop just to take in the sound of the music they made.

 We have had many extraordinary experiences in the last few years but this one …….there are hardly the right words to express the feeling.

I have a song of Africa. And Africa has a song for you.

Let Me Entertain You

   In addition to the variety of daytime activities, Cape Town has a very active nightlife. From our location we were within walking distance of a number of clubs and dinner shows. Although we only took advantage of three of them each showed a different face of the city and country.

  Our first evening excursion was a dinner show was down the street  at a restaurant called Gold. It is a fixed price, fixed menu dinner show celebrating the food and music of all of Africa. Dancers, drummers and delicious food were in abundance (coconut butternut squash!) I even had my face painted in traditional motifs, although which tradition I am not sure of. It was a joyful celebration of culture ending with us dancing with the wait staff. http://goldrestaurant.co.za/

  Kaapse Stories https://www.rockwellhotel.co.za/dinner-theatre/

was even closer to us as it was performed in our apartment building. This time the food and music were that of Cape Town, focusing on the diversity of the people who had lived in the city during the mid 20th century. Folk, jazz and even opera music were performed along with comedic storytelling. it was a fascinating look into the lives of one family and their interactions within the community.

  Our last night in the city found us about two blocks away at a restaurant/club called the Piano Bar. We were able to get a table near the stage for a Nina Stamper, a jazz/pop singer accompanied by bass and lead guitar. She sang for about three hours with only a few breaks.  We had eaten at another restaurant so we had to pay a small cover charge for a thoroughly enjoyable evening.

 Like so many places we have visited our time in Cape Town was too short, even though we were here a month. Both day and night, there is always something going on. It is easy to understand why it has been called the Jewel of South Africa. We can't wait to return.

Beach Baby

 I think I was about 12 years old when I became aware of a place called South Africa. The geography of the African continent is not usually taught to elementary aged children in America. And it is certainly not a place most people thought of the the 1960’s and 70’s when planning a vacation overseas. I remember being at a Jr. High overnight trip with our church. The youth group went to Mission Viejo, California near the beach; about an hour away  from very inland Pomona. Although the interaction and activities with the host youth group were completely forgettable (I don't make friends easily) there was one thing we did that made a huge impression. As we spread out our sleeping bags on the gym floor for the night the lights dimmed and a movie began. It was the docudrama Endless Summer.

 You can't grow up in Southern California without knowing about surfing. We are the home of the Beach Boys after all. On the occasions when my family did go to the beach it was almost always to Huntington, the self-proclaimed Surf City.   But for some reason, I had never considered that people had beaches in places other than California and Hawaii.

So there I was alone in the dark, surrounded by people I did not know, finding out about beautiful beaches around the world. Beaches in exotic sounding places like Polynesia, Australia and Africa. I was intrigued and curious about those places that literally were a world away.

  Fast forward 47 years. Here we are in South Africa with beaches not only on the Atlantic Ocean but also on the Indian Ocean. It was time for a beach day.

  Although we were too far away from Endless Summers St Francis and Jeffreys Bays  we did try to spend a few days at the beach while we had our rental car .For three days we put on our bathing suits and drove around the Cape but it was not to be.  Windy conditions made sitting in the sand or going in the water an impossibility.

   Finally we awoke one morning to warm calm weather and declared it Beach Day.  In Cape Town all of the beaches are public and free although access can be blocked in places by private residences and hotels. Our Uber driver to us to a trailhead and we hiked down the paved walkway to the Clifton Beaches. Clifton #1-4 flow together, it is impossible for a visitor to tell one from another unless you see the signs. We walked the sugar soft sand to #4 where chairs and an umbrella could be rented.

John had hoped to be able to get a board  but rentals were not available at Clifton. In any case the waves were not very good which did not stop some locals or perhaps visitors with surfboards from trying.

  Although vendors walk the area selling water, soda and ice cream, no real food is available for purchase. so we went back up to the road for lunch at the Cottage, a restaurant on a cliff belonging to the local yacht club. We returned to our chairs and stayed until the sun was beginning to set into the water.

Since radios  or speakers are not allowed on the beach it was quite and peaceful; only the sounds of people enjoying their day and the calming crash of the waves on the shore.

Like the guys in Endless Summer,  it was a perfect beach day.

Points and Penguins

  Having taught world history for many years we were both excited to have the opportunity to see what the Europeans of the 15th century considered the end of the world. Named the Cape of Storms when Bartolomeu Dias discovered there was an end to Africa, it was renamed the Cape of Good Hope by King John II of Portugal. He thought the name change promoted a more encouraging image for future exploration. And so we rented a car to drive to the place where the Portuguese established an ocean route to Asia.

  Even for us it is not all about history. On the way we stopped at Boulders Beach to see the colony of African penguins. These birds are smaller than many of their Antarctic cousins but share many of the same characteristics: black and white, funny walk, great swimmers. We found many of them nesting in the sand either with a newly hatched chick or sitting on an egg. These penguins are on the endangered list for a number of reasons including their own behaviors.  They nest in the open under the hot sun, abandoning the egg if a mate takes too long to return from the ocean. Both egg and chick ar susceptible to sea gulls; we watched a gull swoop down and steal an egg away from a distracted parent. Some years none of the chicks survive as parents stop caring for them when the chicks are about two months old. Adult penguins are also vulnerable especially when they molt. During the 15 day process of losing old feathers as new ones grow in the penguins can't swim. They stand at the edge of the water and hope to not be attacked by a gull or another larger bird or to starve to death because they didn't eat enough prior to the molt.

  This colony at least has some protection from threats by humans. Boardwalks take you up and around the beach, close enough to see but not to touch. Fences surround the area to provide extra protection but the penguins themselves choose to live dangerously. They have been known to waddle up hills, through the fences and onto the road. Signs in the area warn drivers of possible penguin crossing.

  As we continued on to Cape point we saw new signs warning us this time of baboons in the road. Baboons! We weren't on safari yet here amid beach front houses the animals lived in the nearby hills.

  After about an hour we reached Cape Point, part of Table Mountain National Park. We drove through the park to the old lighthouse at the point, built in the 1850’s to warn passing ships of the dangerous rocky coast. Unfortunately the lighthouse sat too high and was either hidden by

clouds or gave the impression that the coast was safe to approach. A new light house was built in 1911.

 The old lighthouse sits about a kilometer up a rocky cliff. Although a funicular is available to ride to the top we chose to hike. The distance wasn't bad but the path was quite steep. Periodic stops  offered breathtaking views of the coast. We even saw a few surfers who had carried their boards down cliffs to catch some waves an an isolated beach.

  What goes up must come down. After reaching the summit and taking the requisite selfie we began our descent. On our way up we had seen signs cautioning us about baboons as well as physical evidence that the animals had recently been on the path (phew).  Upon reaching the visitors center at the bottom of the hill, a baboon crossed right in front of us as if we didn't exist. We followed him, along with many others, as he nonchalantly crossed the parking lot to sit on a wall overlooking the ocean; apparently oblivious to the small commotion he was causing.

  We moved on to our ultimate destination of the day. Like Dias our journey ended at the Cape of Good Hope.  While the rocky coast was no place to land a ship, let alone settle there, it was as King John II had named it; a place of hope for bringing together goods and ideas from Europe and Asia by way of the sea.

Up, Up and Away

  Table Mountain is perhaps Cape Town’s most iconic landmark. It can be seen for miles around the peninsula. Nelson Mandela even commented that he and the other political prisoners would look at it from Robben island and considered it a “beacon of hope”. With a height of 1087 meters and age age believed to be over 600 million years (making it one of the oldest mountains on earth) it is an impressive sight. Some days clouds sit on top creating a “tablecloth effect” down the sides. Going to the top is an absolute Cape Town must do.

  There are always problems with must do’s. In this case there were two of them. Both involved the actual getting to the top. One method is to hike. There are a number of trails going up for the young and vigorous. Some of these trails are quite steep; involving some actual rock climbing, narrow paths around boulders and the occasional ladder to climb. Others have steps in some areas that seem to go up forever. The quickest is said to take about one  and a half to two hours of strenuous hiking over not very scenic terrain.

  The other way up is on a cable car; not bad if it is the San Francisco type- rails on a road. Alas this is not the case. The Table Mountain cable car is like a ski lift: a car suspended on a narrow cable taking the passengers to dizzying height while dangling in the air.

  While this may be a no brainer, it was quite the dilemma for me. A two hour hike for some could take me four or more hours. I didn't want to blow out my already bad knee so early in the trip. Balance has never been a strong suit for me (ok, I am Clumsy) and the trails were steep and narrow. On the other hand, hanging hundreds of feet in the air has caused more than one panic attack in my life.  All it takes is one really good gust of wind and we sail off the cable onto the rocks below.

  You may be thinking there is another option. Nope, not going up was not an option. I didn't come all this way to be an old woman and sit things out. With that thought in mind we bought our tickets for the cable car.

  Luckily we chose a beautiful, sunny, wind free day. After waiting until our assigned time,(and watching cars go up and down, much like the feeling in my stomach) we boarded our car. There were no seats so we stood by a window where I could hold onto a pole and bury my head in Johns shoulder.

  As we began our ascent I felt my hand slipping from the pole and the floor moving under my feet. Oh dear, the floor was rotating. While this allowed for beautiful panoramic 360 degree views for everyone it robbed me of my security pole.  Thankfully I had John to hang on to. As we travelled further and further up I was able to peek over occasionally, trying my best to look out and not down. Within a few minutes we had reached the top and my feet were once more on solid land.

  Was it worth it? A thousand times YES! the views were magnificent. Trails were available for all levels of hiking. They even had a place where you could (for an additional fee) hang off the side of the mountain with ropes. Needless to say we passed on that one. We especially enjoyed watching the Dassies, or rock hyrax play on the rocks. This rodent like animal is actually quite anatomically similar to an elephant.  

  Going back down provided the same two options but this time I felt much better about entering the cars. I even managed to give the evil eye to some misbehaving middle schoolers on a field trip. As we descended I was able to look out over the beautiful city and enjoy it from a different perspective. I guess FDR was right; all we have to fear is fear itself. And heights.

Summer in the City

It seems strange to be in summer in January, but such is the southern hemisphere. As with almost every place we have visited Summertime is filled with outdoor activities throughout the city.  We have been delighted at the variety available and have tried to enjoy them whenever we can.

Weekends can be counted on to have street fairs and farmers markets. Some of these have farm fresh produce, others feature local artist and craftsmen selling their wares. All of them have had incredible food courts selling everything from assorted grilled mushrooms on a stick to deconstructed eggs benedict. Foods from all over africa are available- tagines, shosaska with eggs,and samosas to name a few. In addition there are giant pans of spanish paella, german wurst on pretzel rolls and english cream scones. The prices are low and the taste is incredible.

  Music also is in abundance on these warm,dry summer nights. We have been enjoying the a capella groups singing traditional songs on the V&A and in the downtown area. perhaps the best was the concert at Kirstenbosch Botanical gardens. A short uber ride away gave us an afternoon in acres of gardens featuring plants native to the Cape as well as a sit on the lawn concert at sunset. The band Freshly Ground, are a local group with an ethno-jazz alternative sound. It was a great time in an incredible setting.

  The restaurants and cafes have their rooftop dining areas open without fear of rain. The sun is up until 8:30 ish and the people stay out late even if tomorrow is a workday. We hear that Carnivale in February is an event no to be missed but miss it we shall as our time here will have ended before the festivities begin.

 The vibe of this city is cool, laid back, and friendly. It is the perfect place to spend the winter, here in the summer.

The Island

 Possibly the #1 attraction in Cape Town in Robben Island.  Like San Francisco’s Alcatraz, this island served as a prison before being turned into a national park in the 1990’s. Unlike Alcatraz, this prison goes back centuries with the imprisonment of both actual criminals and those that fought against colonial rule. Many kings of the african people who led their people in battle were imprisoned as far back as the 1700’s. The island also served as a leper colony 1800’s and was fortified with artillery as part of the defense of South Africa during World War II. The prison gained its international notoriety in the 1960’s as the place of interment for those who spoke out against the policies of apartheid which were the law of the land at that time.

  From the V&A we took a boat across the bay to the island. The ride only took about 20 minutes; we were lucky to have a sunny day with little wind providing an enjoyable trip. Upon our arrival  we were first taken on a bus tour around the island. We saw the village where the prison guards had lived, the leper cemetery and the limestone and bluestone mines where the prisoners worked each day. We

the lighthouse

paused at the lighthouse, built in 1865 to warn passing ships of the dangerous rocks surrounding the island. When we passed the minimum security prison our guide informed us that this was for convicted criminals; maximum security we reserved for political criminals. As we continued our drive we were fortunate to see a springbok and a leopard tortoise. The bus tour lasted about an hour. It was now time to go into the actual maximum security compound.

Our guide points to a picture of himself being release

  We were met outside the double row of razor wire topped fences by our guide. He was a former political prisoner who had been given a death sentence for politically motivated sabotage. The end of apartheid also overturned his conviction. He was released after serving ten years. We were taken to a large cell where up to 50 men on death row were held together. Here we sat and heard stories of daily life in the prison. Next we moved on to the cells of individuals who were considered to dangerous to be with others. the danger was not from their actions but from their words. Our last stop was the cell of Nelson Mandela, future president of South Africa who served 17 years of his imprisonment on the island.

Mandelas cell

  Sometimes we are so busy leading our lives that we don’t realize historic events are happening if not in front of us but during our lifetimes. The freedoms that we take for granted and sometime abuse in the United States were cause for lengthy imprisonment or even death, not centuries ago but at the end of the 20th century. Robben Island stands as a testament to those who fought and sacrificed to stop actual abuse of government and oppression of people. I can only end by asking what is the price of freedom and would I be willing to pay it? The men of Robben Island knew their answer.   

Food, Glourious Food

  No one told me that Cape Town was a foodie city. I read Bon Appetite and Food and Wine magazines.  I watch Top Chef and the Food Network. I do not recall any article or episode talking about the amazing array of unique and delicious food that is available here.  In addition to old standbys served new ways we have enjoyed dishes and food items we have never heard of. Items like Gatsbys, Biltong and Chakalaka. Serving what to are us are exotic meats, (Kudu, Ostrich, Springbok) may be found on many menues flavored with influences from Portugal, Britain, the Netherlands and the entire continent of Africa.

 

Russian Gatsby

 The Gatsby, created here in Capetown in 1976, is considered by the locals to be the ultimate street food. It is simply a REALLY big sandwich (feeds 4 or more people if you get a whole one), that has some type of meat, a lot of sauce, a bt of lettuce and tomato and chips on it. We are talking british chips which are like American steak fries. These sandwichs are found all over the Cape, from nice restaurants on the V&A ( John had his first one here-braised lamb) to fast food stands in the downtown area. As we shared  half Russian sausage Gatsby for lunch I could not help but think of Andrew Zimmer and Anthony Bourdain- this is their kind of eating.

 Another iconic food here is Biltong. The name roughly translates to strip of meat from the Dutch. The meat is marinated than air dried to preserve it, originally for sailors of the Dutch East India Company. Later it was used by those exploring and settling furthur inland in Southern Africa. Today it is mainly used as a snack food like we would eat jerky. Biltong is different in a number of ways: it is thicker than jerky,never smoked, marinated in wine vinegar and spices, and not as hard to chew as jerky. We went to a tasting room  to try it made from beef, chicken and an assortment of game meats. The Kudu biltong home home with us.

Kudu Biltong

 Chakalaka is just fun to say. it can be served as a side dish or a relish depending on how it is made. It is also popular served with Pap, a porridge of maize probably like polenta. So what is it? A mixture of tomatoes, beans, peppers, onions and spices and any other canned vegetables you may have.

According to Wikipedia, the source of all knowledge, it may have come from the gold mines of Johannesburg as a quick meal for the workers to put together after a shift. it also comes in a can if you don't want to make your own.

  More on this subject will have to wait- it’s dinner time.

History Old and New

Although discovered and named by the Portuguese, Cape of Good Hope had its first European residents from the Dutch East India Company.  These businessmen saw the advantage of having a place for their ships to resupply during the voyage from the Netherlands to the East Indies and back again. After all, the less supplies you carried, the more room for trade cargo. Of course ships from other nations were welcome to stop here too - for a fee.

As was typical of the 1600’s, the opinion of the people originally living here was neither requested or required. Armed conflicts between the Europeans and Africans were predictable resulting in the building of a fort to protect both European lives and profits.

Called the Castle of Good Hope this fortress was originally located on the coastline of Table Bay, but due to land reclamation the fort is now located inland. The yellow color and five point design reminded us of other colonial fort/castles we have seen in the Caribbean.

We were lucky to arrive in time to see a reenactment of the key ceremony. The ceremony is performed three times a day accompanied by narration broadcast over a loudspeaker. Soldiers in period Dutch uniforms march to the front of the commanders home. There the sergeant receives a key from the Commander. The unit marches to the gate, rings a bell and unlocks the outer gate. A patrol is sent out to insure that all is well, then the gate is fully opened and the key is marched back to the Commander.

The fort was reinforced when the British took over with the addition of three feet or so of brick on top of the walls. We were able to walk on top of the walls as well as go into the prison cell torture area. Many kings and leaders of the native people were imprisoned here prior to being executed or taken to Robben Island.

one of the rulers imprisoned here

After lunch at a tavern named for explorer Bartolomeu Dias, (delicious swordfish), we visited a museum of more recent history.

The District Six Museum tells the story of the forced removal of over 60,000 people of color from their homes between 1966 and 1982. The city’s apartheid government decided the area needed to be bulldozed and rebuilt as a white neighborhood. Ironically, much of the area demolished was not rebuilt as there was no demand to live in the area by the whites. Many believe the intent was not for “urban renewal” but merely an effort to breakup a thriving community.

street signs of the neighborhood

These two sites,( among many others,) tell a cautionary tale, that although centuries apart no good can come from one group of people believing and acting superior to others. It is a lesson that some in this world still have to learn.

Saturday in the Park

In addition to being near the V&A our apartment is also near the downtown. About a mile or so away is Cape Town's answer to Central Park; the Company’s Garden.

This park was actually first built as a garden in the 1650’s by the Dutch East India Company. Ships from all nations stopped to purchase fresh food as they sailed trade routes from Europe to Asia. Some of the park is still being planted with vegetables, mostly as a historic reference.

Surrounding the park are art and history museums as well as hotels and some embassies. Inside the walls are rose gardens, an aviary, fish ponds and playgrounds. We saw a wedding taking place on one of the lawns as well as wedding parties coming by for photos is a beautiful setting. But mostly we saw people: old, young, families, couples, singles and groups enjoying a beautiful day.

Our wandering led us to a cafe in the garden with plenty of outdoor seating. it was the perfect place to take a break, have a drink and take in the simple beauty of nature.