A rather blustery day

“. . . It’s a rather blustery day. . “-Winnie the Pooh

Yes my friends, today is a gray day in the lovely city of Cape Town. I woke up with the sun (once again) at 7:00 am. I decided today was a day to explore some more of Cape Town, so I trekked over to Kloof Street, known for it’s many small boutiques, cafes, restaurants and most importantly it’s wide assortment of bars which have dubbed it (along with long street) as the “party hub” of Cape Town. During the day, you wouldn’t notice this as Kloof Street looks like any other street around Cape Town. In the mornings, it is filled with regular shop workers who open up the cafés where many businessmen go to have their morning coffee and meals, and read up on the local stories in newspapers titled “The Times” and “The Cape Times”. Not very creative, but the subtitles within them are.

Some of today’s top stories:

àPresident Zuma apparently has been trying to negotiate with Gaddafi to step down from his position. From what the article says, apparently, Zuma and Gaddafi are on good terms, and South Africa has been named as a possible place where he may flee to, if he decides to give up his political office and cease all current warfare activities. Zuma describes the negotiations as currently in progress, or in other words—not happening and Gaddafi won’t budge. I hope and pray he doesn’t come here.

àSome famous director is getting married to his fourth wife because he "believes in polygamy". It’s being held in KwaZulu-Natal this Sunday for anyone who is interested.

àThere are exactly 100 days until the world cup—no not the football world cup, the more important world cup to this region of the world: RUGBY. Apparently the Springbok team is the reigning champions, and it’s being held in New Zealand. (Yuna, you might want to leave “Kiwi-land” early to avoid the madness that will become of New Zealand very shortly.) The coach of the team is under intense pressure for them to retain their title of “World Champions” and they believe in the mantra of: “If you’re not first, you’re last”—Ricky Bobby. Anything less than first, will be considered an epic fail, and not only will the team have to do the "flight of shame" home, but the coach will get sacked and probably never find a job in this region of the world.

àMandla Mandela (grandson of Nelson Mandela, former president of South Africa) is in financial trouble because of a divorce battle he is going through. . .

à It’s going to be cloudy the rest of the week. L

I feel rather lonely today as I am having my first meal of the day at Sofia’s Café. Table mountain is blanketed with fog, and the skies are cloudy and somewhat depressing. After my breakfast, I take a walk down Kloof street and find myself at yet another outdoor mall. Malls in the Cape are better because they are smaller in size, have less stores, and aren’t crawling with teeny boppers.

I head home to grab food and chill for a minute to check emails. I am still behind in reading them. I also continue my unsuccessful car search, and alas have replies and offers!

Mall time for internet café long time.

Sketchy mall cops do absolutely nothing except stand there. Even when alarms in stores go off.

After g-chatting with a few people, I head home and eat again and then answer some more car offer emails. If all is well, I will be getting one by the end of the week. From the looks of it, it will be a piece of shit. A friend suggested that I find a “cute” boy to be my chauffer for the duration of my stay. Not happening. In order for that to be successful I would need to actually pretend I was interested in the “cute” boy. On sabbatical from the male gender for the duration of the summer. More on this topic later as I interact with more of them my age, and explain WHY I have chosen to disregard them while I am abroad. . .

Tomorrow is my first day of work. I will describe in more depth what exactly I am working on, as well as who I am working with, but in the meantime, I will just say that I am working at the University of Cape Town in Rondebosch. If you want to know where that is, look at google maps.

Also-moving into flat tomorrow (yay!) so I won’t be freezing to death at night anymore.

Until tomorrow,

Good night

Carolyn