Sunshine and Stumbles

Sunny days seem to be making a comeback to Cape Town. They are late, and they have come slinking in to the Mother City like a late parishioner nursing a hangover, sliding to the back aisles of the congregation, desperately trying to avoid the beady look of the annoyed priest. There is only one problem with this kind of tardiness: you cannot sneak into church when you are late for your own wedding–everyone notices.

Everyone.

Therefore, when a a sunny Saturday came through the Mother City there was no way it could escape unnoticed; there was no way it could walk down the street without having its thighs oggled. No way.

So a couple of friends and I thought it would be a cool idea to head down to Cape Point. The problem with that, though, is that we woke up late (as usual) and found that the cover charge to go to the southernmost point of Africa was actually pricier than we thought. So we cancelled those plans, bought some picnic food, and headed to the Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens.

Turns out that was the best thing we could have done. In addition to being cheaper and closer than Cape Point, it was the perfect place for my gang of adventurers and I to indulge in belting out Frank Ocean’s “Strawberry Swing” and Coldplay’s “Fix You“. There were ten bottles of wine and the appropriate number of drunken stumbles and tumbles. Onion marmalade and crackers put in an appearance, some muffins were savaged in the bushes, and some pigskin tossing was involved in the light, fluffy sunshine..

Truly an epic day.

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Design: Rémy Ngamije.

Sunset Walks

Because walking–getting away from everything–makes it better, I suggest you get lost in the sidewalks and byways whenever the sun is out. Go with a friend, or go it alone. But just go.

Muizy, Baby

Sunny days are meant to be spent on a beach, toes sunk deep into the soft sand, a cool breeze narrating the air. They should be spent around friends–new and old–talking about whatever topic comes to mind, chasing it up and down the hills, through the woods and into a wide glen full of giggles and cackles, sore ribs and that warmth you only get when you can feel your youth steaming off you.

So when Cape Town decided to come out and play that is what I did. Thanks to @mekondjo, @reuboyed, @pabi_bank and @sarahbadat for a crazy day. “Whiff.”

Roadside

The downside of living near the Newlands Rugby Stadium is having your pavement clogged with loud, drunk, and sometimes, aggressive rugby fans. The plus side is all the boerie rolls you can indulge in. It is not everyone’s idea of a win-win but I try to make it work.

Walks in Woodstock

A collection of street photographs taken on a random walk through Woodstock, Cape Town. When Cape Town is sunny and mild few things beat passing by all the side walks and byways, the cafés, and the other forms of life trying to form some kind of life.

Muscle Car

Bring Sally up and bring Sally down,
Lift and squat, gotta tear the ground,
Old miss Lucy dead and gone,
Left me here to weep and moan.

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If you know about Eleanor, instrumental at the start of Gone in Sixty Seconds, and how to be “a b-a-a-a-d man”, then we can be friends. If not, then leave. Now.