CAPE TOWN

Got to cape town and knew immediately that i was no longer in africa. Cape town is so different from the rest of south africa and if i ever get back to SA it will be to go to Cape Town in the summer time. their summertime. the first night i went out to the famous Long Street which is lined by bars and clubs and is, especially now, very touristy. the street seemed to also be segregated. the whites were on one side and the blacks on the other. the pub was ofcourse all whites and mostly tourists. its funny how people from the UK seem to travel the most but always end up in the pubs. i chilled with a couple different groups of people at the pub and a crazy older lady from vegas. the next day i went to the waterfront and saw the new stadium then headed over to Clifton Beach in Camps Bay which is a very nice wealthy area with great beach named 1, 2 ,3, and 4. I've heard about clifton on a tv show that rated the worlds sexiest beaches, whatever that means. i took a nap on a rock near a homeless man and enjoyed the warmer weather and beautiful scenery. after that i hit table top mountain which is the back drop of cape town and has 360 degree views on the whole city and suburbs. Theres a cable car that runs up to the top or you can hike it. pressed for time, i had to use the cable car. the views were amazing and it was a clear day so you could see everything. i was up there for about an hour and as i was leaving a cloud front came in so fast it was incredible to see them moving like that. that night i met up with my old american friends from the usa england game Nick and Danny. We had a couple beers at the waterfront and watched the Japan vs paraguay game. It was a great game and ended in Penalty Kicks which Paraguay won. Japan will have a good team in 1 or 2 more world cups, theyre quick, smart, and shifty. The next day was the Spain vs Portugal game. I got up and put on my Spain shirt and headed to the waterfront next to the stadium to get my game face on. My buddy Liam that i met at the USA vs Ghana game was in Cape Town and was coming down to the waterfront to meet up and try to get a ticket. I went to a sweet bar and found a table that i shared with 2 girls and a guy from Cape Town. They were very nice and ended up buying us beers and showing us around cape town after the game. Im invited back to cape town and on their yacht whenever i chose to go back. We drank at the waterfront for a couple hours then headed to the game. on the way we hada find Liam a ticket. He was able to get a cat 1 ticket for face value and then i traded my cat 3 ticket and 30 bucks for a cat 1 ticket. great deal. We sat in the upper tier but at mid field and could see everything. It was a sick game and Spain won ofcourse. It was the last of the 4 Spain games that i got to see in person and it was a unbelievable and succesful trip. After the game we bar hopped with Alida, Nadine, and Riand, the cape towners, until around 4am. I almost ended up sleeping at Nadines house but then realized i had an early flight to Joburg the next morning and couldnt afford to miss it because i was flying out to london the next day. I made my flight the next day and finally finished Three Cups of Tea, (amazing story). I put my stuff down and met up with Lee my buddy from Britian and we hit up a couple bars for some farewell drinks with our south african home girls we had been hanging out with in Joburg. Very nice people and love to get us wasted. They do a very good job at it too. on July 1st i finally left Africa. i was there for over 6 weeks, 3 in south africa and drank a ton. Saw 11 games, made a ton of friends from around the world, and covered a lot of land. I shipped home my cold clothes and a flash drive of my pics and took my warm clothes out of my storage locker and repacked my bag of Europe. I was like a warrior resharpening his blade getting ready to go back out to battle. awesome methaphor. i think. any way, i bought some new books, my 3rd james patterson book of the trip, The Tipping Point (great book), and a small euro guide book. I got to the airport and had a drink at the bar and started talking with some Brit. He asked if i was going to Exit Festival because i told him i was going to Serbia. I did not know what Exit Fest was and i would later find out.