Oct. 16 Cape Town is a beautiful City. Somewhat hilly as you travel away from the sea and covered in greenery where modern life hasn’t taken over. The weather was windy with some showers now and then. Table top mountain looms in the distance, with it’s upright sides and flat top hidden completely and then visible again as the clouds pass rapidly over it.
We were taken by van out to one of the townships for a reality check. We were reluctant to go at first, but our guide convinced us that it would be inspiring. We didn’t want to make the people who live in these locations feel like we were invading their privacy. We were wrong to think that.
The people were warm and friendly and proud to shows their leaving situations. Their modest homes were neat and clean. The buildings were created from pieces of tin and scraps of wood to block houses. Like any neighborhood, there is a different level of wealth from one family to the next. We went to the child care facilities that these people have created and saw many well cared for children doing their studies and studying us. My wife and I were both glad that we had gone there.
We walked the city and did a little shopping for African art of some type to bring home for our little place. We collect masks where possible. Africa is a land of masks and we are in heaven.
We went to a park which had once been a “Service Station.” The words Service Station had a different meaning a few hundred years ago. These were spots where sailing ships would purchase some of their food stuffs. There were gardens here filled with fruits and vegetables, and fresh water could be found here as well. Most, if not all sea ports had these facilities for the ships that sailed into them with items for trade.