Holiday Inn Garden Court Cape Town-Eastern Blvd.

... go in the harbour crewed by the diaspora of Africa. Surfers arrive in their VWs and jump into the waves as day trippers meander through the array of goods on sale. All sorts of African arts and crafts bustle for a place next to contemporary art galleries and antique bric a brac. The place has a boho hippy chic surrounded by the grit of a working port as the surf dudes try to catch a wave. An amazing afternoon.

Some of you have been asking for pictures of the Clinic/Jubilee. I am planning on bringing my camera to church tomorrow so that I can document that experience for you all. I haven't been extremely comfortable taking pictures at the clinic yet, as it isn't an exhibit, and I'm not the patients' "friend" per say. But I hope to capture some photos this week--I am getting familiar with some of the patients, and I think the community is becomming used to the fact ...

... her as far as we were concerned as she made clear they were going to go to head office and to read out our comments to others about her was not right. That evening after wandering back through town we had dinner and then visited the two Sarah's in their swank city apartment which was only a few blocks away from our backpackers. We stayed for a wine and enjoyed their view of Table Mountain from their balcony before departing and going to bed. March 17th Cape Town After a successful ...

... like the cats in the Moroccan streets. After a fun night of listening to great jazz, eating a home cooked meal, and drinking Hansa we headed back to the ship. I hung out with Silvi, Alex, and Ashley onboard before a little while before heading to bed. Silvi is going sharkdiving and bungee jumping off the highest bungee in the world (over 600 ft) tomorrow and leaves at 4:30 in the morning! I had to say my farewells in case she didn't make it back!

... in prison, down to Camps Bay where we used to live, down to Paul and Lucille's house, to the new stadium they are building for the World Cup in 2010, and to the Waterfront and Cape Town city, and of course over to Table Mountain. It is a great, great view! It was perfect today! My mom was going to also climb Table Mountain today but it was way too crowded with cars and people, so we went back to Llandudno and hung out at the beach and did lots of boogie ...

... I could see water and it had to be by the water. After taking a detour to the Harley Davidson shop I asked for directions and was pretty sure I would find my way. AFter a little bit I saw this cute little coffee shop so I stopped for a sandwich. Well, you know how you never really realize how much your feet hurt until you stop. Well I thought it's ok and kept walking. Man did I ever get a lot of blisters. And I missed my turn that would ...

... saying he was proud of me. And so he should have been, it was so exhilarating and adrenaline inducing (read: terrifying), especially when the rock just disappeared about 2/3 of the way down so we were hanging off a cliff, about 950m above sea level, blowing in the wind (which, incidentally, spun us around, so we couldn't just concentrate on the cliff face, but had to take in the view - spectacular (read: terrifying)).We're so proud of ...

... the top of the mountain is spectacular and, before the trip, I was considering abseiling off of it, but after seeing it in person, there's no way in hell you'd get me to jump off! Anyway, we stayed at the top long enough to catch the sun setting and then came back down and drove to the top of Signal Hill to catch the remainder of the sun set. We were trying to find a restaurant that was recommended in my guide ...

... to it. I don't want it to become a chunk of time in the past yet. I want to prolong it as long as possible. But I'm sure I sound like such a little brat because it's only my third country. However, my only defense is that I've been waiting to come to Africa for a long time and now that I'm finally here, I don't want to leave. Of course I'm thrilled about the countries to come, but at this point in time I'm in the transition between leaving behind my favorite ...

... whisked away in a posh silver car. Free of charge. To top it off, arriving in a flash car meant that they got doors opened for them at the shops. The majority of us met up for one final dinner as most people were heading off the next day and it was a bit of a sad occasion after we'd spent so much time together the last few weeks. We'd never all be together again. It's making me sad just writing it. I'll miss you all a lot. There were a few cac points but mostly it was lovely. HAPPY DAYS!