Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer (Lloyd speaking the truth after the second beer on Long Street)
I have only been in the city for a week now, but Cape Town has exceeded my expectations. I actually found myself naming it the “Barcelona of Africa” on several occasions. Coming from me, that is the best compliment a city can get and I most likely won´t rave over any other city again until I make my way to Sydney or Rio de Janeiro 😉
Why did I inmediately fall in love with the place? Not sure, but the my first two couchsurfing experiences in Africa played a big part in it. First, I was hosted by Lloyd who lives in a sweet bachelor apartment right downtown. As pretty much all other South Africans I have met so far, he is extremely positive and helpful. I didn´t realize until I left that he had given his only security pass to me and actually had to walk all the way down from the 13th floor, while I enjoyed sweet elevator rides throughout my stay.
My second host took it to the next level. Hélène invited me along to my first “braai” (barbecue) at her friend´s house in Simon´s Town. While she was still figuring out where to park the car, two penguins just waddled by. It looked like they got tired of the beach and were heading for the hills to spend the night.
After shooting some penguin selfies at Boulders Beach we went back to her place for a girls dinner with delicious African specialties.
Finally, she set me up with her friend Evan, the “friendly tour guide”, to hike up Table Mountain. It turned out that my Yoga classes back in Barcelona were not a proper training for trekking up the hill. By the time we arrived on the top the cable car had been shut down and we had the mountain to ourselves.