First night in Cape Town mutant

For: Javier Brandoli (text and photos)

I like airports. I think anyone who likes to miss you like airports and train stations. I like to stare at the screen and imagine where he fled outputs. It has happened today in Johannesburg, while doing scale to Cape Town, only this time he did not want to change the destination. I wanted to come to Africa and I'm in Africa.

My first contact with southern Africa has been strange: more whites than blacks in the first official count for the halls of a building that could be erected in the middle the City of London. He eaten by 8,50 EUR, at the airport, a small pitcher of beer 300 liters and a basket of nuggets, samosas and fries that weighed more than my luggage. Then, after swallowing, I waited several chairs thrown from her to leave my plane to the Table Mountain (the excesses of my eternal farewell Madrid paid). About, for those who will fly to Johannesburg and then take an internal flight (a otras ciudades sudafricanas), Terminal B is on the top floor of the International Arrivals Building. (There are personnel attempting to make up to Namibia and then take you to the terminal B and charge a buck for the ride. Passing, warn, in this chapter practical guide, that to change money at the airport is the 14%, as, although I have not had time to check yet, looks like a robo key armed).

The first walk in Cape Town I have discovered a European city nestled on the heels of the African continent

After a further two hours by plane, the first walk in Cape Town I have discovered a European city nestled on the heels of the African continent. It is true that suburbs are huge, but the picture has nothing to do with Africa have taught us to imagine. Wide avenues, skyscrapers and terraces are cool-looking business card. I have not found the charm, inevitable, I confess, stumbling upon an unknown world, where the smell and noise of the city makes you think you've changed your world (as happens in cities like Delhi and Lima, where the first impression is to have the need to run away, but then love forever).

But, After settling into my dorm (a global village where live miniature Saudis, South Korean and Colombian) I decided to leave, after dark, a walk to walk around. All the guides and people living here with whom I have spoken before my arrival advised not to walk around Cape Town when the sun. But, I have decided to walk part of the city (I'm not particularly brave, Maybe I'm more reckless, but the trips have taught me to relativize the advice in this regard).

As the clock wore white number was decreasing and increasing the blacks. The city mutates to the color of the night

I stay in Sea Point, that looks like a residential area whose most important street, Main Street, is full of bars and restaurants. The truth is that the eight p.m., time I come, the street was full of white strolling the sidewalks. As the clock wore white number was decreasing and increasing the blacks. The city mutates to the color of the night. After four different bars and a dinner at an Indian restaurant, not one of the bad omens had announced I've been close to fulfillment. Some prostitutes sell their bodies colored corseted cotton wrap and some taxi vans try to use their seats. Cape Town looks like a place in which to live happy time. La Table Mountain, I see as I walk between slopes, vigila mis go. I walk while I think the charm of this place will be to know the African heart beats in the middle of Europe, almost 10.000 miles from the Strait of Gibraltar. Only in Cape Town can be found this, in principle, exciting mix. Now we have to start looking ...

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  • ricardo

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    No Javi, do not hesitate, you have not left Cape Town night ignoring the guidebooks or because you're a fearless guy. Assume that you did because your English still does not give you to call tele-beer for beer send you to the room and did not want to collaborate fat. So anyone…

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  • Lisetta

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    What seems fascinating accounts, I'm going to teach Nacho to see if I let go of a few short weeks the…..
    And you do not get too close to the girls dresses colors you know…..
    A big kiss and continues bringing stunning photographs of this trip written

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  • Disheveled

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    I read with fascination and explore a new site, with the boots without Arsu; already feel the heartbeat of the taverns and its people. I'm glad you've come, nuguets, samosas and beer in between, the target. We will continue looking from this window with a view. Now that you're safe waterfront, be water. Besos

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  • Juancho

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    Well I think, Richi, you have wrong. What happens is that Javi has discovered that the people that no white tele-beer, and has gone to talk to the owners of the bars to propose to mount the company, that he takes care of organizing them after a committee…

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  • Mary

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    Now that you have a reference bar I stay calm Capetown…but… How much longer to get back??

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  • Javier

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    I'm in the bar next door, it does have wifi

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  • ricardo

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    And it'll stick all afternoon with a latte, as in Faborit. To you if you're going to put Interpol on the run…

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  • Maribel

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    White?? Residential area??…. In which you have become Anselmi. Be sure to try a truck cab promises lol

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  • Paco Rodriguez

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    Incredible story about your first night 10.000 kilometers from Spain. Be sure to keep us informed…

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  • Miss Exodos

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    I've reminded myself… just lost somewhere in Asia. I'll have to stop reading you, Brandoli… lest I take the first flight to Cape Town and you begin to hide the bars!

    Continues to enjoy!

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