Finally made it to Cape Town last night after thirteen hours of travel that began with a 1:30 am wake-up call. Three flights, three countries, two airlines, and we arrived early and the luggage made it just fine. Nibble on that, United, Southwest, Jet Blue, and the rest. I know, I know, you're not responsible for the weather or air traffic control, but you still really stink.
Cape Town is a very strange place - driving from the airport past shanty towns that look very much like the Korogocho slum - an agglomeration of tin roofs and rutty dirt pathways, we arrived at a waterfront complex that brings to mind Baltimore's Inner Harbor, complete with shops, hotels, tourists, and buskers.
A billboard advertising a new development to replace the slum.
I went for a run along an ocean front promenade that could have been Santa Monica, with art deco apartment buildings and cafes taking in the view. I am told that South Africa is like that - a very thin layer of modernism and development stretches across a deep core of poverty and deprivation.
Cape Town is a very strange place - driving from the airport past shanty towns that look very much like the Korogocho slum - an agglomeration of tin roofs and rutty dirt pathways, we arrived at a waterfront complex that brings to mind Baltimore's Inner Harbor, complete with shops, hotels, tourists, and buskers.
A billboard advertising a new development to replace the slum.
I went for a run along an ocean front promenade that could have been Santa Monica, with art deco apartment buildings and cafes taking in the view. I am told that South Africa is like that - a very thin layer of modernism and development stretches across a deep core of poverty and deprivation.
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