Notice: links to this post I wrote last week and try to describe the difficult duality that exists in Cape Town. The narrow line between both worlds and balance that I think is good to keep a complicated equation to solve. It's easy to slip and slide on the topics that I'm safe. Today it's the other side of reality, mine in all cas
The last few days in the city, curiously, the expenditure on one of the sites that I liked least since I: the famous port and commercial center of the Waterfront. Each morning I get up and walk the Beach Road, from Sea Point to the same port. One way to calm the nerves had more to do with enjoying the way that the target. It's the path that leads me there.
Expect it to be a walk of about four miles. A huge park attached to the ocean in which you come across people who come out to exhibit fiber, leave some bars and restaurants right, cruzas junction to Viejo offense, pass the football field and the canyon daily alerts are noon, stumble upon the Radisson Hotel and its terrace overlooking porcelain nails and get to which is undoubtedly one of the hearts of the city, it is certainly the tourist troupe, port. On the road, course, all that vital design is dotted with people who sleep under the trees, spend the day watching their shadows or shuffling wandering on the shoulders.
The Waterfront was the first emblem I visited Cape Town my first morning in this place. I thought a horror, a huge mall full of shops of the global village and fast food restaurants to which I went quite often to shop for not having your own car to flee the city. Probably complexes prejudices or not let me never enjoy the whole place so far, when I'm already going a year and a half after, in which I do not look anything other than a quiet glass of white wine.
Or is that in Rome no dozens of people dressed as Roman legionnaires with which to take a picture next to the Colosseum?
Just when I get to their doors for the last time the bus appears sometimes took when I did the walking path (opened for World). Always empty, shiny and without spending a population that is divided between those who go by car and three rands difference (three cents) are a luxury they can not afford. The minibus crazed uncomfortable and cost five rand, the bus, eight. www.viajesalpasado.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_0580.jpg.
Visa, music and juggling
I cross the shopping area of ??huge posters hanging from the ceiling like Visa perfect statement of intent, step by the large outdoor screen in which I saw the opening ceremony of the World Cup along with thousands of South Africans and all matches involving the Local (what memories as indelible). I pause to contemplate some of the different shows of music and dance groups who play jazz or dance imitating the Zulus terrible how far are of this world luxury; There are also jugglers of life that make their living contorting until his shadow. www.viajesalpasado.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_0580.jpg, that he considered it a ridiculous theater for tourists. Now I get it as part of a city I do not get along on some things, but has the same rhythms and customs found elsewhere without my look as infamous and made me retire. Or is that in Rome no dozens of people dressed as Roman legionnaires with which to take a picture next to the Colosseum?
I sit on the terrace of Den Naker, www.viajesalpasado.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_0580.jpg. From my chair I contemplate the beautiful Table Mountain, that morning offers the spectacle of the tablecloth: climb the mountain clouds and fall slowly behind the slope and plumb as if it covered the table. Only I drink white wine, under a warm sun in winter, watching some sea lions head water removed. Only do that, in beautiful surroundings, where you can enjoy the unhurried time and watch the people go. I do it without complexes and passions, that this is not far from my place nor, I now understand, I abhor. It's just a nice place to take something without thinking that Africa luxury malls are a rich or imbecility ready for tourists. Remove bias is important for travel and sometimes unfair classism and falsely exerted looking up. If you go to Cape Town to enjoy a beer at the Waterfront, without, something that I initially did not know or wanted to understand.
