Waking up in the perfect city
If one blindfolded, I board a plane and leave in the middle of the Waterfront or Clifton Bay and asked what city is, begins to recite by rote the list of Miamis who knows, Similar or, to erase the name to the entire West Coast of the U.S.. It is impossible, if you have not seen anything about this city, believe this place is the right big toe of Africa. Not bad or good, I have learned to accept, is a reality that you tattooed on the eyes if you walk through some neighborhoods selected.
The city is beautiful, undoubtedly, in style. Places with charm, intimate, with candles, occur in certain areas. Postcards are cement, sand and water. It is a cosmopolitan city where you can go to a concert in the park listening to hip hop Gardens; or go to city hall to see an exhibition of South African modern art really recommended (critical load is curious of its political class exposed to. In Spain, the curator of this exhibition was already filling out forms in the unemployment line). Los contrastes son brutales: sometimes hard to believe, turning the head, that coexist in the same reality as few meters. Perhaps this is the charm of this place, you can choose your border in two steps.
Yesterday, eg, I was taking between one and 658 a wonderful wine bar in the residential neighborhood, hanging of the mountain, the Vredehoek. A small and refined restaurant, with two chairs at the door, from which to contemplate as the city shuts down. Low houses, with perfectly manicured gardens, and the distant sound of a car that misses to the empty sidewalks that uncovers the night. Conversation is low tone and smiles. The idyllic scene blurs only misery dripping constantly swings before our eyes. One guy was so drunk, with his pants shredded, you asked for money, I said no, and a minute later was planted in front again and I told the same story. Your partner, as drunk as he, watched the scene attached to a car in the distance. Is only one example Vredehoek, There are dozens of similar scenarios in Cape Town: Gardens, Sea Point, Clifton ... For those who will come here in the coming months, point these neighborhoods, since they are the safest places in which to stay.
The natural mountain barrier stops the clouds, you have to slowly climb the peaks and then be dropped in slow motion
The city also has a nature chosen. It is amazing how the clouds glide by the famous Table Mountain. The visual effect is that of a water cascade immense. The natural mountain barrier stops the clouds, you have to slowly climb the peaks and then be dropped in slow motion. Se puede subir hasta arriba en un telesférico.
But, the most beautiful lookout Cape Town is Lion's Head. It takes nearly an hour to walk to the steep summit. The climb is challenging. I, if I pit in the first thirteen feet exhaustion (something I have done on occasion), am among those who prefer fast climb. I always had the stupid idea that time and no meters climb; therefore, The faster you do suffer less (is even more absurd explained). Top, the views are awesome. 365 degrees of perspective from which have front row ticket to see as the sun goes down in the stomach of the ocean. The capetonitas say it's amazing up there the full moon and watch as both stars (sun and moon) cross his path (I will at the next opportunity). Addition, city from above is provided in its entirety.
The memory of the first time I went there is to a wonderful evening with the sun and water
Finally, are the beaches near Clifton Bay. Arena blanca, large rocks and a perfect water to freeze fish naturally. They have a special touch between wild and urban. Generally the wind hits hard and the sea is rough. The memory of the first time I went there is to a wonderful evening with the sun and water. Nice landscape. When the wind made it impossible to continue reading and decided I could collect and go. On the waterfront is in Clifton Bay, full of luxurious bars, I heard screams that caught my eye. Far, Zulus five black dresses as fierce warriors danced in front of hundreds of potential customers. The horn of a minibus called my attention. Subí a mi “black taxi”, fully loaded rate without face paint, I got home and the residential suburb of Sea Point.
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Juancho
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brandoli! When I do two rounds of training to Retiro always try to go too fast to stop suffering sooner. No run kilometers, I run minutes! Hey, «agua perfecta para congelar pescado al natural»? So? Cooler than in the Moroccan desert? What beautiful descriptions, how good…»el encanto de elegir su frontera en dos pasos…»
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pink
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Hi Javier: Lucky! Glad to read you and make sure you enjoy the experience. A hug
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