While shopping is not one of our grandest intentions we spent part of the morning strolling through Green Market Square in downtown Cape Town. My favorite part of the morning was getting help from a parking attendant who snuck us into a parking spot I would not have chosen myself. The owner of the two mopeds he moved to get us squeezed in didn’t seem impressed, but we weren’t privy to the actual words used in their conversation.
Hans found a couple good soccer jerseys, but most of the time was spent letting vendors down as nicely as possible.
We headed to Hout Bay for the afternoon and a tour of the township from a resident tour guide named Afrika. We walked through several streets of varying degrees of decay and were surrounded by squatter shacks that amazingly housed five people or more. It was an interesting opportunity to ask questions about the abject poverty that surrounded us, but to also see a vital community of friends and neighbors, pool players, and a group of dancing teenagers.
We, unfortunately needed to leave in a hurry, though the impressions will last forever, so we could get back into the National Park where our cottage was. With about an hour and a half of sun left we headed down to the very tip of the cape with some remarkable views of the coastline and the spots that commemorate Bartholameiu Diaz and Vasco DeGama's rounding the Cape and finding a water route to India.
Mark
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