Trip Start Jul 19, 2009
Trip End Oct 25, 2010

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backpackers - cape town

Flag of South Africa  , Western Cape,
Saturday, October 24, 2009

I deliberately made no plans for my time in South Africa after the project - alone in this unknown country I wanted to do whatever I fancied.
What I most needed now was to distance myself from what I'd just experienced.
Torn between dying to get away and not wanting to leave  those kids, I jumped on the first plane to Cape Town.

It was like a breath of fresh air.
After living behind bars for so long I could hardly believe I could just walk out the door.
Well, there was a big blackboard in the hallway of the lodge with safety instructions and I was given a leaflet on dos and donts, but I guess tourists in Amsterdam get those too.
Still, I felt a little insecure when first venturing out but before long I was in the ban of this city.
I liked it. The feel of it, something about it did remind me of Amsterdam, a bit wacky, an easy, feel-good place.
Surprising and beautiful too.
I'm no good at describing the buildings and the sights, they were splendid, you'll just have to take my word for it or google.

Again, little public transport, but there's a city-sightseeing bus you can hop on and off that will take you around and about. And there are lots of less obvious places to go see. Long Street was one of my favourites, not just for the shops, but the ambience, hippy-ish and cool.
I stayed for 3 or 4 days but I could easily have seen myself living there for a while.

Oh, and it rained, I mean, it poured. I was nicely tucked away in the backpackers lodge, sharing a quaint little dorm with an Irish teacher who dressed like a Newcastle lass on a Saturday night. She'd been on the road for ages, telling me stories of Namibian desert storms and the likes and I couldn't help wondering if she'd braved them in her high-heels and mini skirts.

Anyway, the place got flooded and our ceiling was about to cave in. We had to be relocated and I was the lucky one to get the 'Presidential Suite', no extra charge.
I was welcome to it though, the girl at reception smiling, a chambermaid stopping me to ask was everything to my liking?

Well, the suite was done up to the nines, no question about that, and by the looks of it, I had the place to myself, though there was an extra bed near my king-sized one.
A private bathroom, great! I dashed in for a quick shower and....................oops..............
Yes. Well, he was undeniably good-looking, and painfully shy. Or maybe that was because of how we met.

I didn't get much sleep that night. We lay in our beds, too self-conscious to speak, cough or god forbid, snore.

I was very, very happy to return to my old room again.
The teacher had left, pity, she was fun, but someone else had moved in. I recognized that toilet bag.

Oh no..........

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starlagurl on

Someone was in your room and you walked in on them in the shower? I'm confused!


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