wow, where do I start?

I recently did the South Africa leg of the K-Swiss shoe launch, and a solo exhibition at The Bin Gallery.

The trip started out with a very long airplane trip. 30 hours total. Trip from LA to Frankfurt Germany was around 12 hours. Then a 6-hour lay over in Frankfurt. If you ever get stuck in Frankfurt, let me give you one bit of advice. Take toilet paper. I don’t know if the Germans have asses made of leather or not, but the Lufthansa plane, the airport, and every bathroom I encountered in Germany had toilet paper that was as comfortable as sand paper. It sucked donkey balls. Well, after my fight with the airline food was through, I hoped on the second leg of the flight.

This time it was on South African Air. The airline is fantastic. Best thing about the trip was that it was nearly empty. I had an entire row to myself, so for the second 11 hour trip, I managed to sleep the entire time, thanks to a convenient overdose on cold medicine. I was in lala land for 10 of the 11 hours.

Landed in Cape Town and here is where it got better. Cape Town is one of those places that I knew very little about. Aside from Nelson Mandela, and the Apartheid that had stained the public perception of South Africa, that was all I knew.

When I landed, Sam from K-Swiss greeted me. Sam is one of those guys that have enough enthusiasm and energy for 4 people. Always quick with a smile, and an avalanche of happiness. He picked me up, along with Andy the K-Swiss one-man sales force, and Francois, the photographer for the event.

First stop was the Andros hotel (http://www.andros.co.za/), although I am not sure hotel is the correct term for this place. This was like a personal compound, with a little bit of old style southern mansion thrown in. The entire place had maybe 13 rooms, and each one was beyond description. My room was one of 3 in this strip of personal villas. 5 feet from my door was the pool where bikini clad women would sunbath occasionally. As I would find out later, the sun is not my friend.


Entrance


Us talking in front of the hotel room


Night shot. that is my room


View from my poorch


Thats the main house, where breakfast was served

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, we were off to Speir. Speir started out as a winery, but over the years has grown into a sort of amusement park without rides. This place a bird sanctuary, a cheetah outreach center, tons of amazing restaurants where you can eat more animals that Noah’s ark had, and drink wine till you turn purple.

We had lunch in the hotel lobby. the restaurant was all white, with huge airy windows. The breeze that blew through the place was like a harlequin romance novel. real post card stuff. I don’t think I have been this relaxed ever. We at the buffet, then began to look around. In the lobby they had the work of photographer Pieter Hugo (http://www.pieterhugo.com).

This guys stuff is incredibly powerful. He has documented the African tax collectors. Not content to simply knock on your door and ask you for the money, these guys have hyena and baboons as pets that they will unleash on you if you don’t pay them. I shit myself I a poodle nibbles on my ankle, so the idea of a fucking baboon clawing my eyes out is terrifying. here are a few pictures I took of his work. Trying to find the gallery that represented him would become my mission while I was in SA.

We made our way to the cheetah sanctuary. When cheetahs are shot, or hit by cars, or when the parents of cubs are killed, this is the place where they bring the offspring, or the injured cheetahs. Although I have seen tons of discovery channel documentaries on cheetahs, nothing beats the real deal. These cats are much smaller than I anticipated. They have tiny pinheads, but huge chests, and massive paws. The sanctuary offers the chance to go in and pet the cats. Proceeds go back to helping the cats out, so I figured what the hell. They are much softer than I expected. They have a real soft fur that is slightly courser than a house cat’s fur. After a few minutes we were off to be bird sanctuary.

The bird sanctuary was a bitter sweet place to visit. Although the birds they house wouldn’t be able to live in the wild on their own, it is still sad to see such majestic birds confined to the ground. Most had eyes that were gouged out, or had become infected. Others had limbs missing. We saw the keepers feeding the owls. After looking a bit closer, we realized he was feeding them baby chickens. ick. There were birds of every size and shape. The handlers even let me hold one and pet it. Holding the bird, you can imagine this thing speeding down to the ground at 100 mph and snatching a mouse off the ground. Although not the best life for the birds, at least it is a life.


Look in his hand. tiny, baby, dead chickens. yummmy

After the birds, we made a b-line to the Winery. Nothing like petting birds and getting drunk, huh? We sampled some of the reds, and had a nice buzz going.

Then it was off to The Bin.

Although the original purpose of my trip was to go for the K-Swiss shoe launch party, I booked a solo show at the bin. The Bin was the only urban gallery that I had heard of before departing. My friend Amir at Beautiful Decay had mentioned them, as well as Marc from the Wooster Collective. I had emailed them and after a few email exchanges we agreed to work together on a solo show. So we swung by there and I dropped off the work that would be shown at the gallery. The space was small, but had a very cozy feel.

The front had a shop area with apparel, books, prints, and other merchandise, and the gallery had equal space in the back. Met Blaise, dropped off work, chatted a bit, then made our way to dinner.


For dinner we caught up with Gary and Chris from K-Swiss. Both had flown in from Taiwan for the event, and it was good to reconnect with them. Although I know that they are essentially my bosses for this event thing, they feel more like friends. Chris grew up in Virginia, only about an hour south of where I grew up in Maryland. We ate at Haiku, an Asian themed restaurant. As with all restaurants I have eaten at courtesy of K-Swiss, this one was top notch. We dined on sushi, dumplings. and drank to our hearts content.

spot the pink sunburned guy

After dinner, I was drained. In the midst of all the fun I was having, I forgot to put on sun block. my pasty skin was now a bright hue of red. I looked like a sweaty tomato. my forehead was throbbing, my head was spinning, and my body was crying for a bed. Back to the southern mansion chateau compound idyllic heaven for a good nights sleep.

Day 2

Today I woke up to rain. Although most may dislike the rain, I love it. Living in LA means that I only see rain about 10 days a year, and it seems like those 10 days all come in February. It never really poured down, just kind of spitted on us the whole day. Went to the The Yum restaurant and dined on a nice omelets of feta, potato, leek, and mushrooms. Followed by two cups of caffeine. just what I needed to get the day started.

After breakfast we were off to Shelf Life, the local paint spot. The place was nice. real clean and good merchandise. I had to pick up some paint to go a mural at The Bin.

After hanging the work at The Bin, there was a very visible space in the hanging of the work. We decided that it would be best of I sprayed a stencil directly on the wall. I decided to go with a part of the stencil I had sprayed in Los Angeles, shoe launch a week ago. Although the total size of the piece is 8ft by 13 ft, I just sprayed half of that size.

After gassing the room with spray-paint. we were off to lunch at The Royale.


royale outside

one hell of a burger

The Royale is a great burger joint. We all ordered the Cheese Royale and filled up our bellies with its greasy goodness. I tried a honey and Horlicks shake. Never tried horlicks but it tastes like white chocolate malt. Apparently it is supposed to help you sleep better too. I bet this is what they serve in heaven, cause it was THAT good.

Back to the hotel compound for a little nap before meeting up with the crew again.

Tonight we went to dinner at this place called Antique. We arrived a bit early, so we stepped next door and had a few drinks at Hemisphere, the bar that was across the hall on the same floor as Antique. The view in the Hemisphere was exceptional. We had a 200-degree view of the City Bowl. City Bowl is the ‘downtown’ section of Cape Town. From Hemisphere you could see the mountains, the sea, and almost everything in-between. After a few beers the whole crew arrived and we stepped next door to start grubbing. We rolled up, gave the name our reservations were under, and to our surprise, no reservations were on record. no problem the hostess told us, we can accommodate you. She instructed us to step into their bar area while they prepared our table and they would call us when things were ready. As it would turn out, they kept us waiting for over an hour. By this time, we had a few more drinks. Add those onto the ones we had before and we had more than a nice buzz going.


leading to the restaurant


inside the bar area.

Finally after an hour of standing, we were escorted to a table that had been empty the whole time.


its hard to tell, but that is the chandelier

Although the restaurant had an incredible feel to it, the service would soon prove to be the shittiest I have had in some time. we waited, and waited, and waited, till our order was taken. What would have been an hour long meal turned into a 3 hour ordeal. Lucky for them the food was good, and the interior of this place was beautiful. I guess if you have to wait for food, it is best to do it in an exotic land.

We finished our meal, finished more than a few bottles of wine, and made it back to the hotel.

Day 3

Today I saw heaven. I spend the majority of my life living in the future. worrying about what I need to do, where I need to be, planning and plotting for future events. Once in a while I can push my neuroses aside and live in the present – with a clear mind. Today was one of those days. Woke up and Gary, Chris and myself drove down to Cape Point. Cape Point is almost the most southern point in Africa. It is beautiful beyond description. The drive down took about 30 minutes. We stopped off and and had breakfast at this little joint along the way.

had breakfast at this place

this was one of the most tasty breakfasts I have ever had.

We drove along the eastern side of the cape. The water below as a brilliant aqua color. I have never seen water this clean or pristine. it looked like a million brochures for the Caribbean travel adventures. Once we got down to the point, I could see the water on the eastern side of the cape. That water was a beautiful emerald color. I have seen a lot in my day, but this place is probably the most beautiful natural places I have ever seen. They have done an excellent job of not letting the point become commercial or over run with commerce hungry companies. no guard rails, no signs, just lonely roads roll over the hills until you are taken down to the water.

En route to the point, I saw tons of animals. Saw baboons in their natural environment. it was kind of weird. some of the baboons were scroungey and looked like they had mange. others looked healthy and were caring for their babies. the babies were very cute. Further down we saw Ostrich’s. Don’t know if anybody reading this has seen an ostrich in person, but that is one big damn bird, I tell ya. We passed by the African penguin viewpoint, but we didn’t have a chance to visit there. We strolled around and took in the sights. every thing was amazing at this place. The air was cleaner, the sky was bluer, and the water was greener. it is like the earth should look. I fell in love with South Africa today. Like I said, once in a while, I can push all the stress, concerns, and worries aside and live in the moment. it is days like today that makes everything worthwhile.

After our car ride, we had to hustle back to the hotel to get ready for tonight’s events.

outside the venue

We made our way to the venue. The venue had this warehouse meets a greenhouse feel. Pillars of light shot down through the ceiling and lit the white floors. it was like if heaven had a shoe showroom.

The venue showcased the top ten finalist in the K-Swiss shoe contest. K-Swiss sent various South African artists a pair of shoes to decorate and paint. then they were sent back to be entered into a contest. The winner got 15,000 Rand, which translates to a little over $2,000 USD. I was to pick the final winner of the contest. It was a bit odd picking out a ‘winner’ when over half of the shoes could have taken top place. In the end, I decided to go with the pair of shoes from Wes Van Eeden. He had thought the whole concept through. The shoes had an elephant on the outside of the kicks, but the box is what got me. The box was made of wood and had the letters cut from the top with a scroll saw. Given the fact that I had just gone through the whole box thing, I knew what it meant to thing the whole concept through. In the end, Wes really happy he won.

Winning pair on display

The winner

Presenting Wes with the check

I also really liked these

Before the event and the shoe judging started though, I had to go through the press interviews. It is weird to think that I am use to these things, but after doing the k-Swiss events for the past 2 years, I have become accustom to doing press junkets. They did a nice job of picking out some of the more progressive media like Blunt magazine, and a few others. It was nice having interviews in English. although I appreciate any interviews, and any press that is given to me the ones in Asia can seem like a comedy of errors sometimes. Although I explain myself to the Asian press, I always get the feeling that it is going to be subverted into something that makes no sense. Here in Cape Town I was able to talk freely and -hopefully- have it come out like I say it.


superstar!!

finished the media stuff, then it was on to the actual stenciling. For this piece I decided to do the same large-scale piece that I had done in Los Angeles. The final size was around 6 ft tall, by 9ft wide. This wasn’t even the full size, but for the sake of saving time, I decided to cut down the size a bit.


me taking pictures of people taking pictures of me

It took a good 2 hours to spray the whole thing out. Somewhere in the middle of spraying it out, I had asked Chris if he would mind getting me a whiskey next time he went to the bar. I still don’t know why I did this. When you use spray-paints for a long period of time, it begins to dry you out. my throat was parched by the time he brought the firewater and it didn’t last more than 5 minutes before I slugged it down. Luckily (or unluckily) Chris reappeared with another whiskey. Well, in spite of the hooch, I managed to get the piece done, and it looked pretty good.


me and Cokey

After that I made my way outside to chat with some of the folks I had seen during the event. had a chance to talk with Cokey Falkow, a Cape Town comedian who is doing well for himself, and who was the MC for the evening’s events. Also had a chance to meet Brendan, the owner of the Bell Roberts gallery. I had been talking with Brendan a bit before I headed over to Cape Town, but communication sort of fell off because of the hectic schedule I had before leaving.


the last picture before the end of the night. I have no idea of who the girl is, but I didn’t mind her clinging on to me for the picture. Plus, nobody wants to see a picture of a bunch of guys. You have to throw a girl in there to make it a little prettier

After a few shots of jagermeister, a few more whiskeys, and a few beers, I was ready to call it a night. Some of the K-Swiss crew continued onward with the drunken debauchery. For myself, I headed back to the hotel.

Day 4


one hell of a ride

Today we headed to wine country. Gary was kind enough to take us for a drive around Stellenbosch, which is where many of the wineries are. I would have been happy enough to be in wine country, but to add to the delight, we criss crossed the country roads in a primo BMW Motorsport 5000 series car. All leather interior, and all the creature comforts you could imagine. I am not one of those car geeks that goes nuts everytime I see an expensive car, but I have always liked the BMW styling. This car was like one big comfortable glove. Nothing like sitting back and watching the rolling countryside from inside of a relaxed ride.


inside of the winery


a restaurant named burgundy’s in wine country. Go figure

We wormed our way through the roads of Stellenbosh and passed many members from the Telecomm cycling team. We could have swore that we saw teammates of Jan Ulrich, but it has been so many years since i have cycled, i wouldnt have recogonized them if they rolled over the car.

We made it to this well-known winery but were unable to get a table since reservations are usually made days in advance. They did have some nice art up that was painted with red wine.

this art was drawn with red wine


this one too.

No worry though, so we got back in the car and made our way to the next town to look around. We ate at a local restaurant, looked at some of the local shops and then made our way back.

Since tonight was going to be my last night at the Andros, I decided to tidy up a bit and get my bag packed early. I have always been a bit neurotic about the packing thing, so I figured it best to get an early start. After folding, packing, and zipping up all I could, I got ready for dinner. Dinners have become the high point of the day. Each day we go to places that I can normally only look at from the outside.

Tonight we had dinner at Parana. The same people that own Antique owned this restaurant. And, just like antique, we had problems with reservations. I am beginning to think that they don’t want us at their restaurants. This time we sat down pretty quick and were able to eat quickly. Outside the restaurant the wind blew like crazy. Cape Town is the windiest city I have ever been too. It is pretty typical to get sustained wind gusts of up to 50 MPH. You could hear the wind ripping through the trees and it sounded a hurricane was approaching.

We ate dinner, then back to the hotel for the last night of good sleep in the Andros before I had to head to the second hotel.

Day 5

Today was a sad day because I had to move out of the estate/hotel known as the Andros. Although my new digs at the Capetown Hollow Hotel were pretty decent, nothing could compare to the Andros.

I got to the new hotel pretty early. I arrived around 9am, and got checked in, then called Sam from K-Swiss. Sam was heading to the airport to catch a flight back home to Durban. Durban is the 3rd largest city in South Africa. Sam had come down for the K-Swiss event, but now that things were wrapped up, he was homeward bound. His good friend, Francois, was giving him a lift to the airport, so I decided to tag a long and say my goodbyes to Sam also.

I was starting to feel like a regular in Cape Town. The drive had become familiar, and I was finally getting to a point where I could recognize the landmarks along the way. I was still amazed at the number of squat camps that peppered the outside of Cape Town. Thousands of one-room shacks were clustered together with people hoping to find a better life in Cape Town. In order to get to the airport you have to drive right next to them, so there was no hiding the economic conditions of Cape Town.

We got to the airport, dropped off Sam, shook some hands, and then Francois and I were off to explore a little more. Francois told me of the various shark encounters he has had over the years while surfing. Francois was an experienced surfer and has been around the world. He had just gotten back from Indonesia a few months ago. He had gone over there to spend a few months surfing. Must have been a good life to go and spend 3 months drinking beers and surfing the waters. But in his stories about great waves, and blue waters, he told me this story about a guy that got bitten by a great white shark. He managed to get away by punching the sharks nose, but he nearly lost his leg after nearly being shark bait.

Francois took me to one of his surfing locations. Like cape point, it was more beautiful than any postcard or poster I have seen. Nothing beats real life. The water was turquoise green, and you could see pretty deep. As we stood on the rocks before the beach you could see a seal worming its way along the coastline looking for food. Francois decided to skip surfing that day because of the small waves, but we stayed out and watched the other surfers. This beach is one of those places that make you forget time. I could have stayed on the rocks for hours without ever looking at a watch. Unfortunately my pale skin could not stay for more than 30 minutes. After watching a few more seals frolicking in the sea, we decided to head back to the car and head to my opening at The Bin.


Owners of The Bin

When you do a search on urban art in Cape Town, The Bin is the only gallery that really comes up. Blaise, Pierre, and a third person (whose name i am forgetting suddenly) own The Bin. The Bin is one of the ventures that go under the umbrella of Circus Ninja Collective. This is one of those organizations that make me remember why I went into art. all three of these guys are hungry, talented, and young. It is inspiring watching someone start to spread their wings and find themselves. The Bin consisted of a gallery area, and a retail area. It was obvious that this place is a hub of activity.

The opening for my show wasn’t that well attended. With the K-Swiss event happening a few days prior, I think most of the people that wanted to see me, did so earlier. Although it would have been great to walk away with fistfuls of cash, it was a welcome break. I was able to sip on a few beers, have a few conversations with people that I didn’t get a chance to talk to yet, and I got to rest up a little while soaking up the sun outside.

After the opening, I went back to the hotel and rested. I was going to go out later that night, but I was so exhausted that I couldn’t do anything more than watch movies all night. ended up staying up for hours watching movies that I didn’t want to see, but finally slept overtook me and I faded out for the night.

Day 6

Today I did a little more relaxing. Got up and had breakfast at the hotel. While I was sitting there I saw Francois walk by. Since he lived a few doors down, I shouldn’t have been surprised to see him, but when you are nearly 10 thousand miles away from home, it is surprising to see a familiar face.

Francois was heading down to Long Street, which is the chic shopping district. I tagged along. The area had some good shops. This one bookshop called Biblioteq had some amazing books and prints.

Although the rest of the world seems to have known about Julian Opie for a while, this is the first time that I have seen him. The store had prints, books and a postcard set of his. I thought I was going to buy print for my girlfriend until I realized that this print was going for $5,000 US Dollars. A little out of my price range, but it was nice to look at.

Next we stopped at this store called – Astoreisgood. Had the interesting books, shoes, shirts, and toys.

After that we wandered down Long Street and peeked in the various shops.

Next we headed to the gallery circuit. There were a few galleries that I wanted to check out. First up was the Bell Roberts gallery.

I had been in touch with Bell Roberts before I headed to South Africa. They are the largest publisher of books and prints in Cape Town, so it was nice to see the operation in full force. The gallery was spacious and had light that poured down from above onto the artworks. Various rooms shot out from the main galley and housed equally interesting work. After peeking around for a few minutes, we were greeted by Brendon Bell-Roberts.

Brendon was the man behind the whole operation. He took us up stairs to discuss future possibilities. Every level in this building was flooded by light, and was nice and open. After having time to talk things over, we agreed that we should find some way to work together, so we should keep talking to see what we could get going.

After leaving Bell-Roberts, we made tracks to the Michael Stevenson gallery.

I was happy to check these guys out because they represented Pieter Hugo (www.pieterhugo.com) and I had fallen in love with his work since first seeing it last week. We managed to check out some of the prints for sale, but at $4,000 per print, it was slightly out of my price range. Even still, I was considering saving up for it.


some powerful work


I fucking love this guys work


if you are looking for a gift to give me, get me this. I will love you forever

We began to talk with one of the workers, and my opinion of the gallery quickly changed. I was asking if they represented international artists, and the worker quickly exclaimed “we are at that level where we are like -don’t call us, we’ll call you”. Regardless of what your status is, and regardless of what level of fame you have, it is just disrespectful say something like that. That attitude alone made up my mind about buying the Pieter Hugo piece. Even though the gallery had some exceptional artists, I could not support a gallery that had such a shitty attitude. If I wanted that type of attitude, I would go to New York galleries.

After the Michael Stevenson gallery, we headed back to The Bin. I wanted to do an interview with them. Lately I have been trying to make an effort to document the people and places I see, and I thought that it be good to do a little video interview with Blaise and Pierre.


Packed up the show at the Bin, headed back to the hotel, then rested up for a few hours before going out to dinner with Justin who was from this magazine called OneSmallSeed. Dinner went well, but I felt like I was a bit drained for an interview. I probably came off as a boring slacker, but I was so tired, I was lucky to be making any type of sense.

Headed back to the hotel and crashed out.

Day 7

Got up early as hell to day. 4:30 am to be exact.

Today was the day I was most excited about. Before I headed to Cape Town, I had read about how you can go cage diving with great white sharks for around $150 dollars. I found one of the diving companies and gave a ring the day before. They pick you up at the hotel, drive you to the dive site, feed you breakfast, give you a lesson on the do’s and don’ts of shark diving, and then take you out on a boat for 4 hours. it was amazing.


on the drive to the shark place, we passed by this bay that had a whale breaching. It is hard to see, but that is a whale in the middle

We sat and listened to the instructions carefully then made our way to the water to hop on the boat. To my surprise, there were only 7 people on this trip. it was a good number, because 6 divers can be in the cage at one time. This almost ensured that we would all be able to dive for a long time.


me on the back of the boat en route to shark central


one of the first sharks we saw. Look at how close the shore is!


second shark, and the boat hasn’t stopped yet

We boated out towards Dyer Island which is home to one of the largest colonies of African penguins. The sharks hang back off shore waiting for the penguins to swim out then swallow them up from underneath. We boated out, dropped anchor, and the cage was lowered into the water.


The cage that would be my home for the next 4 hours


in goes the cage


next go the divers

Next the captain and first mates chummed the water. Chumming the water is a rather nasty concoction of fish guts and blood. It is thrown into the water to attract the sharks. The cage was then secured onto the side of the boat so it is easy to jump in and out. We were sitting on the side of the boat listening to the Capitan giving his instructions. The way that this whole thing worked was that we would be in a cage that was approximately 10 ft tall. 2 ft of the cage is above water, and the other 8 ft of the cage is under the water. When the captain spotted a shark, he would yell ‘diver down!’ to let us know there was a shark in the area. Then the captain would yell ‘diver left!’ or ‘diver right’ to let us know what side the shark was approaching from. The captain started giving his instructions and less than 2 minutes into the whole thing, a fucking shark appeared. a huge shark at that.


houseguest approaching


waiting for more sharks. We wouldn’t wait long

It is humbling to know that you are no longer at the top of the food chain. We must have all smelled like fish guts, because the sharks kept coming. Over the next 4 hours we must have seen 10 different sharks come and go. Each shark would hang around for one to 20 minutes and would swim by the cage repeatedly. They would chomp on the huge fish heads that were thrown out on the end of ropes and the first mates would pull the ropes in to lure the sharks closer to the cage. Although the sharks are formidable beasts, there is relatively little to worry about inside the cage. They were not very interested in what we were doing, and barely seemed to acknowledge the cage.


me chilling up on the sun deck of the boat


all suited up

One of the great debates is whether or not the cage diving increases the number of shark attacks every year. Surfers say that mixing the chum with the presence of divers makes them associate people with food. The divers case is that the sharks are already swimming around the island looking for food so they are already in a mindset to eat, and human presence has little effect on their instincts.


yum, fish heads


coming up from below


got it


off to the next meal


approaching


dinner is served

One of the funny parts of the trip was meeting Raffi. Raffi was on the van ride to the dive site but we didn’t get a chance to talk until we were on the boat. As it turns out Raffi was from Washington DC, which is just north of where I grew up. it was nice chatting a bit with another east coaster, and we got along pretty well.

Raffi

Even though I could have stayed in the water all day, our day came to a close. We boated back in and all of us were quiet on the ride home. It was one of those moments when you reflect back on what you have just seen and just smile.

Homeward bound

When I arrived at the hotel,i passed out. Staying out on the water with the sun reflecting all around you can beat you down. I took a nap then met Francois for dinner. I was supposed to go check out Cokey Falkow at his comedy show, but the saltwater and sun proved a greater enemy than I planned for. It was back to the hotel to sleep.

Day 8

Today I was going home. I got up at 5:30 am to catch my 8:00 am flight. 15 minutes before the shuttle arrived I decided to look at my ticket for a 5th time. Somehow I missed the fact that my flight was 8pm, and not 8am. I felt like a dumbass, but I cancelled the shuttle, slept and then called Francois to see if he had sometime to hang out a little.

this is the ‘tablecloth’. Pic nicked from the internet

We decided to head up to Table Mountain. Table Mountain is the most distinctive landmark on the Cape Town landscape. Anywhere you go in Cape Town you can see this mountain peering over the landscape. It looks like a mountain that someone cut the top off (hence the name table mountain). On days when the wind blows in from the southeast, the clouds pour over the mountaintop because of the low pressure from the southeast. This occurrence is called the Tablecloth. Because it looks like a table clothe being draped over the mountaintop.

After the table mountain excursion, it was off for a quick bite to eat, then to the airport. for one of the first times ever, I have been able to sleep on the plane. I think that this is because I was so exhausted from all the activity. It was great visit South Africa, but nothing beats home

Here are a few miscellaneous pictures

believe it or not, this wasn’t a porn theatre

my drink of choice when I am in Cape Town (the winhoek, not the amstel light!)

what kind of place uses a unicorn as their logo?????


I didn’t take this picture, but look at this. It is a real photo