As I sink back into my world of uncomfortable comfort, I have no choice but to reflect on my week spent in Cape Town.
I have never in my life felt so filled with love. Nor have I ever felt it being reciprocated with such vigour.
Apart from observed shady moments of unspeakable nightclubs in Cape Town, Cape Town had honestly surprised me with its warmth. So let me tell you about my trip,from the beginning (for context).
My flight was due to leave at 18:30 on Friday the 25th of July. I arrived at the check in counter at 18:00, only to be told that I had missed my flight. Yes, all gates had been shut. I was like “are these people forreal? I had a whole half hour left to make a quick entry to my seat. Anyway, I was relieved to find out that I was not the only person who had missed the flight (but in my personal opinion, the airline company had probably overbooked the flight and had relied on us being late). I was then forced to purchase another ticket. This in itself was a costly exercise and had me stressed out even more than what I already was.
So off I was at 20:15 and R2500 later.
One fermented beverage down and a prayer in my heart, we landed in a rainy Cape Town at 22:05. I was super stoked.
My sister’s boyfriend and uncle collected lil ol me at the drop off zone. And they took me on a tour of Manenberg at 22:15. Lord!
I felt like a snob to be quite honest. Because I never grew up in Manenberg and had always heard about the gangs, drugs and territory in that area. Needless to say: I was KAK bang. This was mostly because we stopped off at a White House, also known as a Smokkel Huis and a few men approached the van (bakkie) we were in.
Anyway… a few moments later. A few fermented beverages appeared and we were finally off to my grandparents home.
Just as I got there (after my sister’s boyfriend and uncle had left) and me thinking that it was too late to go anywhere (especially in the rain), my sister hands over my aunts car keys and instructs me to fetch a few of my other cousins and then proceed to a club in Ottery called Eclipse.
I hadn’t even gotten a chance to freshen up or even greet my family properly. My sister wouldn’t have it! It was her Birthday weekend after all, so everyone gave in to her wishes and that’s where it all started.