Spier Stellenbosch

... with me and i hope that through such a trip, such fears will be transformed and set free on the afternoon wind. I hope that if i shed any tears, let them be tears of joy,relief, release... I pray that i see and experience life penetrating and magical things. I pray that we meet people that influence us,that inspire us,that enlighten. I pray that we too can give of the same treasures! South America .... Here we come! love and light wandering Feet

... its tourism and rstaurants. The town has french heritage and there is plenty of evidence of this history around the place. We browsed in the shops, saw some lovely Tanzanite and Diamond jewellery and a £33,000 necklace. we had lunch in Reubens which is famous for its best chef in SA. The butterut squash, sald and chocolate torte were amazing, of course washed down with a glass of Sauvignion Blanc. The meal was so good, that Bethan, Jane and I even took pictures of it. <br><br>Next ...

... drinking and eating one can consume in two nights. To be honest it felt great. Being deprived of all the familiar amenities for five months left me in a bit of shock and gluttony was long over due. We ate sushi, Mexican, Italian and Thai. Saw "Juno" (which is amazing and if you have not partaken in this wonder- go rent the movie NOW!) And danced our asses off at Jo'burg. The name alone is quite confusing, as many people imagine ...

... and trying to organise some activites or maybe a trip, and I've been also gathering ideas about the kind of things I should buy for them using the sponsorship money from the triatholon. I've seen some amazing books with charecters in them that are a lot more relivent to the children than the books and toys they currently have. Anyway if any of you sponsored me I will keep you posted about what I eventually decide.

... Italian cafe, listening to some nice a'capella African music by a group from the Khayelitsha township. Given the lack of organisation we made sure we were at the Nelson Mandela Gateway with plenty of time to spare, to ensure we were on the 3pm ferry to Robben Island. The ferry trip took around 35 minutes, giving us a great view of Cape Town and Table Mountain. On arrival at Cape Town we were loaded onto buses for a guided tour of the island, with the ...

... events ended and a group of us decided to stay for the rest of the day and that night in a hostel in Stellenbosch, also the home to the University of Stellenbosch, where classes are taught in Afrikaans. When we checked into our hostel, we met a German man who told us we were still too young to realize that having a black president will be disastrous. ("You guys are Americans? ****in' *******s.") I argued back for only a minute, but what do you say to ...

... time I realized that our world had been flipped a little upside down was when I heard Afrikaans. Actually, the first time I heard Afrikaans was on our fore mentioned jet lagged 9:30 pm walk through the absolute ghost town that was Munizberg at night time. (Again...major culture shock from Argentina where restaurants don't until 9PM) After a disappointing adventure that lead only to a 7/11 and some chips for dinner, Sarah and I happened to walk past a homeless man speaking ...

... the mountains, which looked very pretty with the bright blue skies, and I thought it would be pretty cool to see that event. The "careful what you wish for" alarm should have been going off at this point, but didn't find out about it for another day. From there we headed to the garden route, which starts in Montague. Traffic was utter hell; very heavy, lots of trucks, and for way too much of it, there was no shoulder, which ...

On Monday I met up with an old friend who emigrated here, who I had not seen since he was a baby. I had planned to spend the next 6 days travelling from Cape Town up the Garden Route, East from CT up to Port Elizabeth. Everything was sorted pretty much. I'd booked my flight for the following weekend from PE to Jo Burg so I could fly straight out to Perth. I'd also booked our accommodation in Jeffrey's Bay. The only thing I had not ...

... more accessible and greener but also more obviously contradictory. Our lodge was in the cheaper, less fashionable part of town. Down on the main road the shop fronts are shuttered, barred and chained, some blackened, and mostly ran to video outlets and liquor stores. But running up from the main road the streets were lined with gracefully proportioned, pastel Art Deco and Art Nouveau houses with postage stamp over-grown gardens and wrought iron fences - not much ...