My last look at Cape Town, real, from the Table View, how my mood at that moment: fog, that you could not see the city across the bay, and a sunken ship, and corroded iron, before my eyes
Now tomorrow I leave Cape Town, after four and a half months of a wonderful life, I would like to thank some people that I've come across and that have been, forever, me.
Behind is the image of a lighthouse worn and front a wooden walkway leading to a monolith. At its base are two arrows: a, left, indicating that it is the Indian Ocean; the other, right, points to Atlantic. The plaque reads "you are at the southernmost point of the African continent".
I have the feeling that when you leave this country next August 6, on the border with Namibia, will start a few hectares of vineyards that are useless. My passion for wine, that comes from afar, just had to stumble on my last week in Cape Town where he was looking for: Wine tastings at three euros!
The grand finale are never easy. The World Cup in South Africa left a trail of nostalgia, new calm. The streets were emptied of people, Environment, of wild nights and returned, in part, Shadows.
Zanzibar, the pearl of the Indian, essence of odor and taste, is a mask with two faces disparate. Starting point of the great explorers of the nineteenth century was also, for centuries, one of the nerve centers of the slave trade, the most terrible wound in the heart of Africa.
First face descompones, I guess slow motion image must be worthy of National Geographic, then loose a scream, constant, it takes forever. You embrace the tus friends, Dani and Albert, while you scream, only scream and jump in a state of alienation transient.