Soon two weeks in Cape Town……how did that happen? It feels like I arrived a few days ago, at the same time as it feels like I’ve been here for a while. I’ve started to understand the ways of living here, social structures and how to get around- yes, I try to bike everywhere, and the South Africans think that’s crazy. Should I mention that the other Swedish girl I’ve met also goes by bike everywhere? Crazy or not, I like it. I don’t like the car traffic here, and with a non- reliable public transport, what to do? The small but closely knitted community of commute cyclists is growing, and it’s an amazing feeling to wave at eachother in the oh so hectic Capetonian traffic jams. (But I save my initial feelings about this topic for another blog post). I’ve started to feel at home. Maybe it’s the sun? The fact that you can meet friends here easily? (In two weeks I’ve met a few nice people to hang out with, in the same time in Sweden I’d probably make 0 new friends. Sad but true). Maybe the people and their “howzit” ? Maybe the waves of the ocean? The blue sky? The low prices for a swede? I can go on and on, probably saying it’s a mix of all these. My new friend JP from Joburg made a statement about europeans that come here:
“You’ll find two types of europeans who come here to Cape Town. The first type comes for the Waterfront, the sun, Robben island, the penguins, the great whites, Table mountain. They’re here for two weeks and then they leave. The second type comes, and stays forever. Or at least they will return many times over and over. Paulina, you belong to the second type.”
JP, touch wood you’re right. Two weeks down and I’ve started to feel at home.
LEKKER.
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