Day 30: The 21st of February: 3rd of 6 in South Africa.
I woke up at 0900. It seems that I had forgotten to set my alarm clock the night before. I don’t believe I have mentioned: when I had opened my suitcase my alarm clock had been crushed beyond use. I guess that’s what one gets for purchasing a very cheap alarm clock. I bought a small 2” x 2” x 1” traveler’s alarm clock from the school store a while ago, but it’s so small that I sometimes lose it. Especially given the fact that I am on the top bunk, and therefore have no desk space on which to set this clock whereby it would be easily accessible. I usually just stick it in the corner of my bed, between the frame and the mattress. However, Joseph (the Steward, not the Cheetah) will often take it from this corner and move it somewhere else in order to make the room cleaner to his standards.
Anyway, so I forgot to set my clock, and thus, I missed my Habitat for Humanity Service Project. It would have been the 3rd day of work on this house, and we would have been building the roof of this house for a woman who had lived in a shack for 15 years. It got done, but I still felt bad. It’s interesting that one can sign up for any of the days and just pick up where the people left off the day before. That’s how it should be. Very cool.
Shopping:
I wrote a Post Card to Jade during breakfast and on the way back met with a girl named Afton. She had nothing to do, and I had planned on traveling to the market (Green Market Square), and hitting an internet café, and mailing some things. So we traveled together.
Green Market Square:
When I first set foot into the square I was immediately overwhelmed. Probably for the first time in a long time. There were maybe 8 or 9 tents across each way. Some 64-81 total. Many of them had some of the same types of items, but there were just so many that I had no idea where to begin. Let it be noted here that in each country so far I have seen masks. Each with its own personality. Each country with its own styles. Each time I see them, I get this urge to wear them, own them, become them. And there are so many.
Buzz:
There’s a crazy fruit-juice/smoothie place here called Buzz. With a Monkey drinking from a straw from the U in Buzz. I had a Large Cookie Monster! Dee-lish!
Post-Cards:
I mailed some post cards!
Internet Café:
You might recall an update a few days ago. That was this the 30th day of SAS (but actually the 36th). Again, uploading pictures takes a long time. I don’t know when I’ll be able to again. Maybe a select few?
Return:
I returned to the ship to find Eddie (I think I just met him.), Chelsea (she used to be in my Fiction Writing Class), and Abigail preparing to go to eat dinner. I joined them in a quest to find “Portabella”, a supposedly legendary vegetarian restaurant on Long Street. We traveled a bit, and couldn’t find it. Though we did find a shop with an amazing looking hat and shirt. The shirt was purple, green, and had cubes on it. No one purchased anything here though!
Kauai:
We ended up finding a closed Portabella so went back to another health-food restaurant we had come across. It is called Kauai. We each ordered a drink and a sandwich, and we split a Muffin and Coffee amongst the four of us. It was amazing. When we went to leave, we realized that Abigail’s purse was missing. 4 men had come in and were being a bit loud. None of us had paid much attention to them, but apparently, they were expert thieves. They got away with this purse which was Abigail’s mom’s from the 60’s. It contained all her money, cards, and a camera. From here, I would spot her for any money she would need. She owes me a bit.
This kind of ruined the night for some, so we all went back to the ship rather than hitting up Long Street again, which was good, because I didn’t want to spend any money on another night of drinking and dancing, despite it being with different people! I was spent!
Well, Abigail and I went out to a Hookah Bar later in the night anyway. There was a small balcony on the inside where the hookah were, and the rest of it was like a regular bar. Very strange. They played the same four or five songs. One was about making sandwiches, “I can be the burger, you can be the bun.” And the ceiling literally shook with the musick.
We traveled down the street to get some food and found, of all things, a falafel place that played psy-trance. (Psy-Trance is mainstream in South Africa/Cape Town!) How bizarre, and how delighting! We shared 10 Falafel Balls, and Abigail guessed that the Cashier/Cook was a Sagittarius as well, and she was. 30 Down, 79 to go.
Anyway, so I forgot to set my clock, and thus, I missed my Habitat for Humanity Service Project. It would have been the 3rd day of work on this house, and we would have been building the roof of this house for a woman who had lived in a shack for 15 years. It got done, but I still felt bad. It’s interesting that one can sign up for any of the days and just pick up where the people left off the day before. That’s how it should be. Very cool.
Shopping:
I wrote a Post Card to Jade during breakfast and on the way back met with a girl named Afton. She had nothing to do, and I had planned on traveling to the market (Green Market Square), and hitting an internet café, and mailing some things. So we traveled together.
Green Market Square:
When I first set foot into the square I was immediately overwhelmed. Probably for the first time in a long time. There were maybe 8 or 9 tents across each way. Some 64-81 total. Many of them had some of the same types of items, but there were just so many that I had no idea where to begin. Let it be noted here that in each country so far I have seen masks. Each with its own personality. Each country with its own styles. Each time I see them, I get this urge to wear them, own them, become them. And there are so many.
Buzz:
There’s a crazy fruit-juice/smoothie place here called Buzz. With a Monkey drinking from a straw from the U in Buzz. I had a Large Cookie Monster! Dee-lish!
Post-Cards:
I mailed some post cards!
Internet Café:
You might recall an update a few days ago. That was this the 30th day of SAS (but actually the 36th). Again, uploading pictures takes a long time. I don’t know when I’ll be able to again. Maybe a select few?
Return:
I returned to the ship to find Eddie (I think I just met him.), Chelsea (she used to be in my Fiction Writing Class), and Abigail preparing to go to eat dinner. I joined them in a quest to find “Portabella”, a supposedly legendary vegetarian restaurant on Long Street. We traveled a bit, and couldn’t find it. Though we did find a shop with an amazing looking hat and shirt. The shirt was purple, green, and had cubes on it. No one purchased anything here though!
Kauai:
We ended up finding a closed Portabella so went back to another health-food restaurant we had come across. It is called Kauai. We each ordered a drink and a sandwich, and we split a Muffin and Coffee amongst the four of us. It was amazing. When we went to leave, we realized that Abigail’s purse was missing. 4 men had come in and were being a bit loud. None of us had paid much attention to them, but apparently, they were expert thieves. They got away with this purse which was Abigail’s mom’s from the 60’s. It contained all her money, cards, and a camera. From here, I would spot her for any money she would need. She owes me a bit.
This kind of ruined the night for some, so we all went back to the ship rather than hitting up Long Street again, which was good, because I didn’t want to spend any money on another night of drinking and dancing, despite it being with different people! I was spent!
Well, Abigail and I went out to a Hookah Bar later in the night anyway. There was a small balcony on the inside where the hookah were, and the rest of it was like a regular bar. Very strange. They played the same four or five songs. One was about making sandwiches, “I can be the burger, you can be the bun.” And the ceiling literally shook with the musick.
We traveled down the street to get some food and found, of all things, a falafel place that played psy-trance. (Psy-Trance is mainstream in South Africa/Cape Town!) How bizarre, and how delighting! We shared 10 Falafel Balls, and Abigail guessed that the Cashier/Cook was a Sagittarius as well, and she was. 30 Down, 79 to go.