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... tourists who have brushed up against her iridescent skin, trampled on her red earth, marvelled at the sharp pinprick points of light in her night sky. Africa is layered and varied and constantly shifting. She is impossible to capture in picture or word. A place that has to be seen, heard, and smelled; requiring patience and astute observation before she is ready to reveal. Africa is a craggy stone ...
... to the city. It's still full summer along Clifton Beach. Skinny boys play cricket on the sand. Teenagers in black wetsuits ride the curling wave. Anchored offshore is a small flotilla of pleasure craft packed with bronzed young people. The party is in full swing. We hear its rhythm. We order espresso and fresh fruit tarts at a quaint French bakery in the De Waterkant, Cape Town's garishly painted up gay quarter. We hang out with Nancy, a modern day ...
... view! And WOW did it redeem itself!
We started the day with what was supposed to be a three hour tour of the Medina, however our guide was amazing and stayed with us for about 5.5 hours all up. I won't talk about everything we did, It'd take all day, but I'll write about some of my highlights:
- We started at the Main gate, which is blue on one side (see photo) and green on the other. . . Blue being the colour of Fes, and green the colour of ...
... is definitely an uncomfortable feeling. It's also tiring walking through the rows of shops as you are constantly hassled and can't stop to look at anything without being approached with "t-shirt? Where you from? What you looking for? Not today, later then? Excuse me, excuse me! We have beautiful things, good price!" (Dave note: one salesman even tried flattery as a selling technique by repeatedly callng me handsome, he wasn't really my type so he didn't get the sale but good on ...
... quality. You do not have to buy. Just look. Please come!"
I didn't move. "No. Just take us to the square." Muhammad paused for a moment, seemingly at a loss, but then his smile reappeared. "As you wish. You do not like carpets, I understand. I take you to square."
As he led us along the almost deserted alleyways, Muhammad seemed less jovial than before. Perhaps he'd realised we had no interest in any of his 'brothers' stores. Suddenly he stopped and turned ...
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