Cape Town is a strange place

And I love it! In 3 days I've discovered:

They have this mountain, which is like a table and sometimes it's literally covered in clouds, hanging over the sides, like a table cloth.

When you're on your way to a U2 concert, walking along the road, you find guys on rooftops trying to sing like Bono. They're not so bad, until they start speaking with a Capetonian accent...

When you get to the stadium, you know something big's going to happen, cos the set is just amazing. But it can be a bit confusing, cos it's after 19h00 and the sun's still so high. In fact, from the stadium, you can watch it setting over the Atlantic Ocean, sometime a bit later.


They say the thing called "The Boerewors Curtain" no longer exists, but some people look and sound very different...I think they live on the other side... They're all U2 fans, it's just that they're a bit bigger and make scarier drunks.

These fans also weren't too happy when Bono brought Yvonne Chaka-Chaka on stage, sang with her, hugged her and kissed her hand. They looked at each other in shock, their faces puzzled: Their rock hero, kissing a black woman??? Obviously they don't actually read newspapers or know much about Bono, they were quite puzzled when Desmond Tutu came up on the big screen too.

Capetonians also frequent little bakeries along seaside roads, behind some shops, in a building which needs a new coat of paint, but purposefully hasn't been painted. With the best olive ciabata I've had in my short life and chocolate brownies... More about those later!

There are protected beaches, where you pay an entrance fee and clamber over boulders to find a secluded spot.

But it's completely worth it on a Sunday afternoon. The sun is hot and the water icy cold, it starts to numb your toes as soon as you step in.

And you find penguins sharing the beach with you. Some are shy and hide between boulders, some are more curious and walk right up to you and tilt their heads and try to figure out exactly what kind of creature you are.

And even with the wind blowing sand at you, you can't help but realize, that you may just have found the best brownies ever, at a little bakery along a seaside road, behind some shops, in a building that needs a new coat of paint.

I have 3 more days to make the most of it...