“Bloody hell they stole our milk!”: Nazeem and Baboons that Marry

Today I woke up early (as always). Petra was going to be my unofficial chauffeur for the day until I could get myself situated with my car. A blanket of fog is covering Lion’s Head mountain today. It has an “eery” effect on my part of Cape Town. It almost does look like a haunted Tavern that you find in movies whose plot focuses on haunted ports., (i.e. The Fog).

Joy came to fetch me this morning. We then stopped at a gas station to get some “snacks” for the office—in other words get baked goods for the ladies and myself to munch on throughout the day.

This is what we got:

It’s called milk tart and it’s a traditional South African dessert. I call it “South African Cheesecake”. Even Joy liked my new term for it.

This is my desk/the office.

Yes I know. The office is the size of a broom closet. Doesn’t need to be big just needs to be effective for day to day work. It’s a great project with great potential, otherwise I wouldn’t have bothered to  be a part of it. Also-the assholes from the building who aren't part of our project stole our milk. . .again. I've decided that if they do it again, I am going to take things into my own hands and plot against them so that they learn a lesson in taking things that don't belong to them.

I don’t have internet on my computer so it makes it rather difficult working. I’m still working on getting internet on my computer whenever the administration at UCT decides to give it to me (which could take god knows how long).

Currently, I have to do numerous literature searches on my computer for my work which makes it hard when you don’t have internet-therefore working at home is much more efficient for me right now until I do get internet.

Around 3pm (short workday I know—I LOVE IT) I decide to head home ( I make my own hours here mehehe) and my boss tells me to take Tuesday off to get my car situation figured out. I’m living the life here kids J

So I take my first taxi ride here with Cab Co who gave me not only the most interesting of people to chauffeur me, but also the most bizarre-Nazeem

Nazeem is a bizarre fellow. He’s in his 60’s has a huge family and is of muslim decent. He goes on a tangent about how “stupid” driving is in Cape Town then goes on about how “American kids your age love adventure too much”. He’s one of the most bizarre people I have met so far here, but I like him for some reason.

Nazeem speeds his way in and out of traffic trying to get me back to my flat at a good hour.

The sun is shining again and it is raining over Cape Town. Similar to the New England weather saying “If you want the weather to change wait five minutes”. The rain falling look like diamonds in the sun and they sparkle. Nazeem says that a saying has been passed from his ancestors to him generation after generation and he is now passing it to me: "When it rains and the sun is out, the baboons marry".

I have no idea what the hell he is talking about. Or what baboons have to do with anything but I decide to write it down and keep it in mind. I may find out it's true meaning sometime. 

 It adds a touch of magic to this place and makes me more intrigued by Cape Town.

I decide to get a bit of work done. I’m picking up the car tomorrow (after inspection of course ;-)) and then I fall asleep. . .again.

Peace~

Carolyn