Avicii Live in Cape Town

It was the last night of March 2012, and my spring break trip to Botswana and Zimbabwe would leave at 6:25 from Cape Town Airport. This was not the ideal time for a Avicii to come to Cape Town, but there was no way that I would miss the opportunity to see one of the most popular DJs and perhaps currently musical act in the world. Avicii is a Swedish DJ who came to international fame for a few hits, such as Levels, Seek Bromance, Blessed, My Feelings for You and others. His music is loud, fast, electronic and gets parties in colleges and clubs across the US, Europe and everywhere else going. Tonight, he was playing in a hangar at Cape Town International Airport.

Sold Out

The hangar, though it sounds strange, is actually the perfect place for a concert of this type. Avicii was Sold Out, and though his set did not begin until 00:30, there were 6 musical acts who preformed before him, including the South African band Goldfish, who I had logged to see. The concert began at 17:00 though I did not show up until 22:00, which was when Goldfish came onto the stage. It seemed like everyone who hadn't already left for spring break was at Avicii, the crowds were humongous. When Goldfish came on, people started to fill in the hangar, though before people were milling about outside by the bars, socializing waiting for the main performances.

Avicii opens with Le7els, much to the pleasure of the crowd

Goldfish was good, though Goldfish is a band playing instruments, with a much different usic style than Avicii. The crowd was ready and in a puff of smoke and pyrotechnics, the opening of the Avicii set was here and the well known bars of levels rang as loud as ever throughout Cape Town. For those of you who aren't familiar with Avicii, his worldwide #1 hit can be heard below. The energy and volume of his music is unparalleled and it is hard to envision a fan of Avicii much older than about 25.

The crowd's appetite was insatiable, and he rolled out hit after hit with the audience loving every second. Girls often convinced boys to allow them to sit on their shoulders for a better view of the concert and stage and the light show and pyrotechnics added to the club like ambience of the venue. It was a loud, wild and crazy night, enhanced by the bars that offered virtually any liquor you desired (something that would never exist in the US. This was 21st century teenage wasteland at its finest.

Avicii

A large group of UCT kids assembled in an area, making it more familiar and not unlike a big party or club night where you knew many of the people around you. This led to excessive amounts of drinking and socializing while dancing erratically to the music. By the time Avicii's set was ending there was already a mass exodus from the hangar towards the exit. He didn't leave the stage until 3:00, so it was quite late for everyone. Sarah, Alix and I found ourselves already at the airport with a flight leaving in 3 hours. It made no sense to go all the way back home, just to drive here. So we had given our luggage to friends earlier and planned to meet them at the airport around 4:30. 

Jarrett and I at Avicii

It was a crazy concert, tons of fun and a great send off from Cape Town into "the bush." By the time 6;25 came I was seated on the airplane and had fallen asleep before the stuartist could even try to make eye contact with me to guilt me into listening to the safety instructions.

Hugh Masekela at Kirstenbosch Gardens

I had planned to go to Kirstenbosch Gardens for a Sunday evening concert several times since I arrived in Cape Town. However, every time something came up and I had gone 2 months without attending a concert. Well, now its the end of March and there are only 3 concerts left in the summer concert series. The next two Sundays I will be unavailable, so this Sunday is my last chance. It just so happens this is probably the coolest of all the Kirstenbosch Summer Concerts to go to. Hugh Masekela is one of the most famous South African musicians worldwide. He came to international fame as a solo trumpeter in the 1960s and reached full on stardom when he and Miriam Makeba (known as Mama Africa) joined Paul Simon in the mid-1980s to release Graceland and tour around Africa, the US and Europe with the hottest album of the year (won the grammy for best album), and the most interesting album of the 1980s.

Perfect day for a concert at Kirstenbosch

Concert aside, the view and conditions on this day were nothing short of stunning. Kirstenbosch is a botanical garden and there is a small section where a concert lawn is for performers. I had not yet seen the gardens and was blown away by the beautiful green grass, lush bushes and awe-inspiring mountains that lay beyond the concert area. So we gleefully found the ticket window, and Ross, Jarrett, Bryson, Tripp and I walked up to the ticket counter only to discover that the tickets were 100% sold out.

Hugh preforms "Bring Him Back Home" which he wrote about Nelson Mandela at Paul Simon's South African Graceland concert in 1986

Now, back home in the United States, I probably would have given up here, if there were no scalpers present on the street. But, seeing as South Africa is a little more relaxed, a little less official and the consequences were very low, we decided to sneak into the concert. We bought tickets for just the gardens (cost about R10 as opposed to R100 for the concert and they look nothing alike). Somehow, I became the first to go and try my luck trying to slip through. I quickly handed the man the ticket not making eye contact and looking as if I spotted someone I knew and darted through the entry way. Then, unsure if I'd been figured out or not ran into the crowd so that I would be gone and lost forever. Successful, I waited to see if my cohorts would be as successful. 

Rhymin' Simon performing "You Can Call Me Al" in South Africa, this song starring Hugh on trumpet

Ross and Bryson were able to get through security. Ross used noting but a train pass and while he was stopped, somehow a diversion was created that allowed him to slip into the crowd. After 3 young males had forced their way in, Jarrett and Tripp were unfortunately unable to gain admittance. But that's the price you pay when trying to sneak 5 people into a sold out concert. We felt badly, but not badly enough to give up our free sold out concert admission, so we headed into the crowd and looked for friends or a place to sit down. The concerts are BYOB and BYOF (food). People prepare wine and cheese baskets, and the setting makes for an ideal evening. Obviously, we had neither the foresight nor desire to arrange such a thing, though we regretted not having one the moment we entered. We also had nowhere to sit since we were the last few into the concert. However, when milling around, Ross and I spotted our Dutch friend, Simon, who was with his family and had a great big blanket sprawled out with space to share. Sure enough, he invited for us to sit down, and miraculously, after showing up right at the time the concert began, without food, wine or tickets, we had prime seats and wine and food to drink with friends.

One of my favorites, "Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes" performed by Simon in South Africa with Hugh trumpet

Now we could focus on the beautiful setting and concert, realizing that we'd just gotten away with murder to be in the positions e were now. Hugh preformed some great songs and the crowd was so into it, it made the experience even better. He took a good amount of time to speak about social and political happenings around the world between songs, an interesting perspective on life, having lived through apartheid and being a public figure who was an activist through his music. Paul Simon's Graceland album was controversial because Simon went to South Africa despite the cultural boycott placed on apartheid era South Africa. I was hoping he might play something we could recognize from the Graceland album (one of my favorite albums ever, Simon also being one of my favorite artists ever). But, the music was incredible and a great cultural experience.

One of the All-Time Great Albums, Paul Simon's Graceland (1986) featuring Hugh Masekela

The concert began to wind down as the sun set over the nearby mountains. Hugh finished with one last ballad "African Woman" that was my favorite of the night. He also played "Soweto Blues" which is one of his most powerful songs, highlighting his activism regarding the Soweto Township Riots in the 1980s. He concluded to much fanfare and applause and we were sufficiently happy we had found our way to the concert experience we had. Though we lost some men along the way, it was an awesome afternoon and I wish I'd been able to come to Kirstenbosch for the Summer Concert Series more.

Miriam Makeba (Left), Paul Simon (Middle), Hugh Masekela (Right) while on the Graceland tour

Under African Skies Trailer - 25th Anniversary of Graceland 2012

Ample Excuse to Jol

jol South African slang

noun -a party

verb - jolling, jolled, to jol

(intr) to have fun, to party, can also refer to a disco or party

         It's hard to believe that 2 months have passed since I arrived in Cape Town. I have settled into a routine (although it is so different from life back home its strange to consider it a routine) and have settled into UCT and Cape Town quite well. The past few weeks have been more work intensive and I haven't been exploring or traveling around Cape Town as much. However, I was given a great excuse to have a fun weekend and take my foot off of the gas on all schoolwork and other work I have been doing lately. On Friday, I received an offer for a summer internship position from a think tank in midtown Manhattan. Having interviewed with them twice, I was thrilled with the news and getting the news on a Friday right after I left my last class ensured that I would not be touching a book for the rest of the weekend. 

Finally, found a proper occasion for this Boschendal Sparkling Wine

           The think tank is called FSVC (Financial Services Volunteer Corps http://www.fsvc.org/) and focuses on helping stabilize financial markets in developing and transitional economies. By helping central banks in countries such as Algeria, Iraq, Mozambique and others, FSVC helps promote central and commercial bank transparency, availability of financing for small- and mid-market businesses to help stimulate economic growth as well as anti-money laundering and anti corruption projects. I will spend my summer working with Financial professionals who are helping in various different areas mainly in Northern Africa and the Middle East. It will also afford me an opportunity to live in New York City for the summer and work on 53rd street between 5th Avenue and Park Avenue. I couldn't be happier with the news and was eager to go out with some oakes and celebrate.

Royale Eatery is known for their burgers. In fact, rumor has it Royale Eatery is the home of Angelina Jolie's favorite Burger in the world

          Levi, Ross, Brocq, Brocq's girlfriend Lisa and I headed to Long Street to the highly esteemed Royale Eatery, famous for their gourmet hamburgers. Rumored to be Angelina Jolie's favorite burger in the world, we all selected eclectic burgers and tall beers to kick start the night. Brocq's girlfriend was in town for a few weeks from the U.K. and interestingly enough, I was present when Brocq and Lisa met in the Bahamas in the summer of 2010. Brocq and I were heading out on an Island School boat to scuba dive and Lisa, who was interning at the Cape Eleuthera Institute joined us. Here we are almost two years later all together in South Africa. So we enjoyed each others company, drank some beers to celebrate the weekend and my recent job offer. The night carried on later and a little bit crazier than most, jolling with Brocq and some rugby guys ways the perfect way to celebrate the job offer and was all fun and games until the next morning when I woke up to the reminder that I had a 13:30 rugby match in Kuils River.

Ready to go

         Trying my hardest to appear composed and ready to go, we headed to Kuils River to take on the Kuils River Rugby Club around noon. I had not arrived home until 5:00 the previous night and was not in the best of conditions. However, I was once again rewarded for hard work in the previous weeks when I was told that I was starting today. Playing Left Wing, with only one half of game experience I was now starting against a large, scrappy, "coloured" team. Our usual Left Wing has been moved to Flyhoff, so I was the Left Wing for the whole game. Once again I had the flutters and nerves that I had missed from competitive, organized, full contact sports. We hoped to improve on last weeks loss and come back with a win, giving us even more incentive to jol hard that night.

Pre-game hype up

Game Time

          Before long the game was underway and we came out yelling off of the first kickoff. We controlled the play early and missed a few opportunities to punch in an early score. Our physical play and speed was putting us in a position to put the game early, but we clearly got the jitters as we approached the try line. Dropped balls and missed holes led to turnovers inside the 22 repeatedly. Eventually we punched in a score, though the kick was missed. We held the 5-0 lead into the half but were dissapointed we hadn't put more points on the board.

A Scrum after a penalty 

Getting involved in the Ruck

       We came out of the half more energized and looked to put up the points we were capable of. Kuils River came out of halftime with a different game plan, to play dirty. In rucks and scrums they began to throw punches, at faces, stomachs, whatever they could hit. They led with their heads and were noticeably trying to injure our best players. We had a young and inexperienced ref who held little control over the game. Several Yellow and Red cards were issued to Kuils River, but the violence in rucks was getting out of hand.

Game face

Vilhem with the Heisman

       Despite the distractions on the field, we managed to punch in another try, along with the kick, to take the lead 12-0. I was getting more action this half, getting several carries, kick returns and tackles. I had one run (pictured below) where I advanced the ball about 25 metres. Happy with the progress I'd made in the previous weeks I continued getting as involved in play as possible. We kept our composure for the most part, despite the bush league play we were up against.

Ross on the opposite Wing

           We held on for the victory 12-0 but left the game with a number of concussions and injuries as a result of the dangerous play Kuils River exhibited. We were happy with the win and hoped the best for our teammates who were injured. Once again, I was given an excuse to jol the night away. I played the full game, was invovled in offense and defense and we were victorious. We headed away from the game excited that we had built on our previous week's performance and had momentum moving towards league play in a few weeks. We also were lucky to have a photographer on hand who took some great action shots of the game. We enjoyed the ride back to Rosebank proud that we were returning victorious.

UCT 12 - Kuils River 0

Though I was low on energy, I awoke from a brief nap just in time to jump in a cab with some friends and head into the heart of Cape Town for Carnival. Having missed Mardi Gras in New Orleans for the first time since 2009, this would have to do for this year in the place of Mardi Gras. As we entered the city we could see the lights and hear the crowds as we eagerly awaited to see what Cape Town Carnival had in store for us.

The streets were packed with all types of sights, not unlike a walk down Bourbon Street. The large gay population in Cape Town had its presence felt, as it does in New Orleans, with eccentric outfits and making the event seem less family oriented. We grabbed some drinks at a bar and came out onto the crowd in the street to watch the parade and decadent floats glide past us.

Parading through the Center

Though the floats were not as over the top as they are at Mardi Gras, they were beautiful. The dancers and floats made quite a spectacle of the center of the city, and, probably due in large part to the drinks we had in our hands, we enjoyed watching them drive past while drinking and socializing with others around us. Hoever, after about an hour of watching the parades, we decided to turn for the other side of the city and hit the bars that were sure to be packed with some crazy outfits and energy in celebration of Carnival.

Long Street during Carnival

The bars were crowded and Long Street did remind me of Bourbon street tonight more than most nights. The second floor balconies especially paint the same picture and create a 360 degree crowd experience. We enjoyed some time at the bars, complete with a few Milk Stouts before calling it a night. Ross and I were exhausted from Rugby and all of the recent festivities and were not able to stay out as late as all of the others who were with us. So we left the Carnival early, happy that we'd mustered the energy to see it all, and even happier that we were heading home to our beds for a good night's sleep.

The Shoe is on the Other Foot

          Ever since I've been in college I've started to realize several things that I spent the better part of my life taking for granted. All of the opportunities that have been handed to me, when I didn't even know what to want, the schools I was privileged enough to attend, the trips I was taken on, the clothes I was bought; the house I lived in, all of it I was given. And despite all of that I still had the nerve to criticize every little thing i disagreed with in the household where I resided rent free. The example that comes to mind is how I would always be put off by looking for a slice of bread and discovering that the only bread we had was frozen. Also, I would sigh if I found meats frozen rather than fresh and merely refrigerated. 

Now that I have to buy my own groceries, etc... I see that maybe my father and I aren't so different

               If it wasn't a matter of being frozen, it would be a case of "Dad, we don't have any [enter some unnecessary item I had probably used up recently and did not go and replace myself]" Beyond realizing what a spoiled brat I was/ am, I have enjoyed the independence of living without any parent within thousands of miles. While I am not financially independent, this is the most independent I have ever been. Despite living away from home most of the time since the age of 16, and spending summers on my own, I have never had full autonomy over everything in my life. 

Finding out new things I enjoy and am good at as I grow up by living on my own

                While I am enjoying learning to be self sufficient, I am also grateful that I was given the time and opportunities to develop at the pace I did. I will never be able to repay the dollars, hours, sacrifices or experiences my parents, grandparents, teachers, friends and family have given for me to help me to where I am now. But I can make good on their investment in me by making them proud of what I am doing, how I live my life and demonstrate my appreciation in other ways. So, as I sit here finding myself doing the same things that I once as a boy criticized, I am discovering a new perspective on the little things in life. I realize a new chapter is soon to commence in my life, and I am trying my best to show my appreciation for how the first chapter of my life has been provided for me. Thank you to all who contributed.

St. Patrick's Day

          This St. Patrick's Day was unlike any St. Patrick's Day I've ever had and likely, unlike any St. Patrick's Day I will ever have. My day began with athletics, rather than large amounts of alcohol, on my mind. It was my rugby club's first match of the season against a local rival, the University of Stellenbosch. The St. Patrick's Day match couldn't have been on a more beautiful day, or at a more beautiful location. Despite the aesthetic beauty, the nerves in our stomachs began to build as game time drew near and the reality set in that we would be battling in the savage manner we've become accustomed to playing rugby in. 

University of Stellenbosch @ University of Cape Town

            I hadn't had this feeling since high school sports ended. Though I have played in many college golf matches, while at Bowdoin, the mindset necessary for a Football, Hockey or Rugby game is another animal altogether. It felt good to have this pit in my stomach, the fear and uncertainty of what lay ahead and the camaraderie of teammates fueled off of adrenaline. This was what I loved and missed about athletics, the moment where preparation meets execution, and where instinct takes over. Though I don't know the game of rugby as well as hockey or football, I was excited to be in the game again. So, we headed up to campus under blue skies and prepared to do battle with a much larger, more experienced Stellenbosch team. 

Me on the far side playing '11' or 'Wing'

           I was deisgnated a winger for our club, and was not starting this match. The other squad was bigger, faster and knew the game better than we did, but we put up a fight. About a minute and a half into the match, Sinjin, a player of ours was down with a dislocated shoulder. We had trouble holding field position and before long Stellenbosch scored the first try of the match. They soon added another, missing the kick on the second try and held a 12-0 advantage. We dug deep before the end of the first half and were able to score a try, with a missed kick to bring the match to 12-5. Just before halftime, Stellenbosch scored again making it 19-5 at half.

Half-time adjustments

          We were tired heading into the second half and already were down 2 tries. I was out on the wing, throwing my body around and waiting for the ball to come down the backfield my way. I had a few touches with the ball, no large gains, but the majority of my time was spent defending. Stellenbosch ran hard and our backfield and forwards were banged up by midway through the second half. Stellenbosch scored another couple of tries late in the second half to turn it into a relative blowout, but we held in the game for the majority of the time. They were a bigger, more physical team and we all left the field hurting. There were plenty of positives to take away, but we realized there is a lot of work we have to do.

A restaurant style tap was the only option for a keg in South Africa

Despite the loss, we came away from the game positively, especially considering it was the first rugby game ever for many of us. So, it was time to begin enjoying St. Patrick's Day in the way we had become accustomed. A group pitched in for a keg back at our apartments, so there was a day party celebrating the day when we returned home. One of my favorite bars in Cape Town is a bar by the name of Dublinners. An Irish pub on Long Street that has I've music every weekend night and an eclectic crew of Europeans and Africans. We originally intended to travel to Dublinners on St. Patrick's Day, however the news of massive crowds traveled quickly to Rosebank where we decided there were better ways to celebrate than wait in line to get into an Irish pub. So, a group of us from the Rugby club decided to have a Braai and celebrate elsewhere.

Levi and I playing some "Dizzy Cricket" upon our return from the match

       The Zimbabweans and Mozambicans we were spending our St. Patrick's Day with treated it like any normal Saturday night in Cape Town. But the Americans in the group insisted that drinking a combination of Beer, Bailey's and Jameson's made this a particularly special and important holiday in America. So we braid, drank and enjoyed each others company before heading out to bars and finishing our St. Patrick's Day with a Saturday night out on the town. It was an unusual St. Patrick's Day, but the incorporation of Rugby and inter-cultural mingling made it an interesting one. I am sure it is one I will not soon forget.

The World Beneath the Water

         Finally, after over a month with incredible views everywhere I went in South Africa, I would be given the chance to see a completely different type of beautiful view. I took a snow day from classes on Friday to scuba dive with some seven gill sharks by the side of one of my oldest diving companions, Brocq Maxey. We met up around noon, along with the rest of the crew and 3 MBA students at University of Texas to go for a 2 and a half hour dive in False Bay with some sharks.

Seven-Gill Shark Up-Close

                   The last time I was SCUBA Diving was over a year ago, also with Brocq, down in the Bahamas. Today our mission was within False Bay (the inner body of water of Cape Peninsula). We headed out to a Kelp forest where Seven-Gill Sharks spend their days. Visibility was good, but the stalks of Kelp sometimes make ti difficult to fee long distances. Because of this, we were warned to move slowly in case a shark we didn't see coming crept out from a Kelp stalk. With this caution, we put on our wetsuits, and diving gear and prepared for the first of two dives.  

That is me, getting up close to a Seven-Gill

          We picked a great day to dive for Seven-Gills and upon descent were greeted by several sharks. Seven-Gills like to get close to SCUBA Divers, but do not like to be touched. If touched they can become a problem, because they will become spastic and try to quickly flee and if something is in the way of their fleeing, they will become aggressive. So we did our best to get close but not too close, and admired the sharks as they swam by. Before long we noticed that there had been quite a few. We estimated we saw somewhere between 50 and 60 Seven-Gills on each dive.

Photo courtesy of Jake Stroud

               The second dive was similar to the first, and Jake Stroud, one of the University of Texas fellows, had his camera with him to capture some photos of the sharks and of us diving. Some of the other fellows had some technical problems that inhibited their ability to dive, both upset stomachs and ear problems. But those of us who could make it to the depths, did so for another 45 minute dive. Brocq led the first dive, while Ernest led the second dive and they were similar but among different areas. Ernest led us uinto a small underwater cavern, and once again we saw our fair shar of Seven-Gills. Probably close to 50 or 60 once again.

Ernest packing up the gear, time to call it a day

               It had been a few hours by the time we emerged from the water and climbed back aboard the boat. So we decided to call ti a day there after two successful dives and a huge number of sharks witnessed. We got back into Simonstown Harbor and got off the boat in time for happy hour. It was nice to be back diving with Brocq and hopefully there will be plenty more expeditions into the depths with Sharks off Cape Town.

UCT Golf at Royal Cape & UCT Rugby Club

        It was back to "normal" now that Sally, Peter and Sarah had left town. It had been incredible having them here, showing them around a bit and exploring new things I had yet to see with them. And as they left I had more new experiences that I was about to begin. The first UCT Golf Club Round was taking place at Royal Cape Golf Club, the first golf course in South Africa. A prestigious Royal course, the club had hosted the South African Open ten times and had seen Ernie Els, Trevor Immelmann and Gary Player all hoist the trophy. This immediately made it a cool course to play and I was eager to get back out on the course after a few months off of the links.

The Big Easy in 2001 Winning at Royal Cape

       I was paired with three South Africans, two from Cape Town and one from Johannesburg. We teed off around 12:30 and could tell right off the bat it would be a slow round. On a perfect Cape Town day the course was crowded and the UCT students were relishing the opportunity to play the course. The fact that I hadn't played in months didn't make my round less enjoyable per se, but it did make looking at my scorecard less enjoyable. I felt good off of the tee but irons and short game were quite rusty. Had no feel around the greens, but what can you expect.

         Not my best performance on the course, but it was a fun way to spend the day none the less. The views in Cape Town are ideal for scenic holes on the course. I tried to learn as much as I could from the South Africans regarding which courses were the best to play in the area, how much it costs, etc... I hope to play a course on the water, the view of mountains and ocean together is unparalleled and hope to find some courses with some hills, Royal Cape was very flat. After the round the team met up to award best net and gross rounds of the day which were 74 gross and 68 net, after which a few beers were had before everyone headed their separate ways.

After the round the Team meets up to Award Best Net and Gross Rounds

        The next day happened to be a game day for UCT Rugby Varsity Cup. These guys are the SEC football players of South Africa and I play not on the 2nd team, but the third team. These guys looked like NFL players out there, they are huge, know the game well, strong and fast. It was a windy Monday afternoon on Upper Campus and ball movement was not easy, but they made it look simple. The best way to learn rugby is to either watch it or play it. With my first scrimmage looming I was hopeful to watch as much rugby as possible before I was put out onto the field to play. 

       The crowd at the UCT game was energetic, especially for 17:00 on a Monday. There were pledges of different societies running around in nothing but diapers and body paint, platy of inebriated students and everyone was shaving a good jol. I headed up to the game with a few Middlebury kids who I am taking a class with.  

Varsity Cup Game at UCT attracts big crowds

        We watched, enjoyed and tried to understand everything that was happening and by trying to explain to others I started to understand more thoroughly. As I walked away from the gas, I relayed that the next night i would be out on that very same field for a scrimmage, with fewer fans luckily, playing in my first game. This was concerning because I still only understood a fraction of the game. But, I knew it would be fine once I got out there and took a few hits.

University of Cape Town IKEY Tigers Varsity Cup Rugby Club

         Classes on Tuesday flew by and before long I was heading to Upper Campus to take part in my first match. It was against other UCT players, but was still a big leap for me from practice and touch rugby pickup. I have yet to be designated a permanent position, though I played 6 and 7 (flanker) for most of the game. I had a few tackles, a few carries and walked away with a few bumps and bruises. I learned a lot actually playing, and the older more knowledgeable guys are very helpful in pointing out where to be. It felt good to be out on a field in a serious competitive environment, the first I'd really been in since Lawrenceville. Golf matches are competitive but completely different mentally. Tying up my cleats and stretching out while watching your opponent get ready is something I've missed. That feeling when you first step onto the field and the lights come on and you can feel the energy among a group of guys, thats what I miss the most and am happy to have it back in my life for the semester.

"We'll Always Have [Cape Town]"

 -Rick Blaine (Humphrey Bogart), Casablanca (1942)

Day 11 - Wake Up, St. Theresa's in Camp's Bay. Then pack up the villa, head to WoolWorths my apt. and then dropped at Royal Cape

The Mt. Nelson Hotel

Top of Table Mountain

Camp's Bay Beach

Sunsets in Camp's Bay

Wine Tasting

Cheetah Encounters in the Wine Lands

Chef's Table at the Mt. Nelson

Enjoying the sights high above Cape Town

Safari

Giraffes, Buffalo, Springbok, Rhino, Hippos, Zebras & Lion 

Enjoying the South African Sun

        "We'll Always Have [Cape Town]"