We were spoiled by excellent balmy weather for most of our South African adventure even though it was the heart of winter. However, this changed on one of our last days in Cape Town when the weather turned rainy and cold. We decided it would thus be the perfect day for a ride on the 'Hop-On, Hop-Off' bus. We started out with a well-crafted cappuccino at Yours Truly near our hotel.
District Six museum which keeps the memory alive of the forced migrations of non-whites out of District Six and into the remote Cape Flats townships during the heart of the apartheid era.
The poem summarizes the melancholy feeling of the place:
South End, East Bank,
Sophiatown, Makuleke, Cato Manor.
Remember District Six.
Remember the racism
Which took away our homes
and out livelihood
and which sought
to steal away our humanity.
Remember also our will to live,
to hold fast to that
which marks us as human beings:
Our generosity, our love of justice
and out care for each other.
Remember Tramway Road,
Castle of Good Hope. We passed a tiger boldly painted on the side of a building.
Robben Island in the distance.
We managed to secure one of the coveted covered spots on the upper deck of the bus and enjoyed the views (even though we were shivering like crazy!) on the way down the hill.
We took a stroll along the beach and noted the choppy surf.
We turned toward the small strip of shops and restaurants in search of warmth and a hot meal.
Ocean Blue hit the mark.
We ensconced ourselves at an interior table. Spicy tapenade, garlic spread, and tartar sauce were placed in front of us on the table.
Victoria and Alfred Waterfront and noted good progress being made on the repainting of this Chinese cargo ship.