This past weekend we had grand plans of taking care of everything remaining on our lists, but of course what we actually ended up doing was much different.
Saturday morning we had planned on going to the Old Biscuit Mill market, then hiking Table Mountain. Unfortunately, the weather was cold and wet. We ate our fill from an incredible selection of food at the market, then split ways to go shopping. I bought a bootleg Chelsea jacket for under $20.
Dave and I went to the SA National Museum. It was mainly a natural history museum. It was a bit of a let down- there were a few really cool skeletons of blue whales, though.
The site of the Fanfest. Much different now.
Biscuit Mill
Afterwards we decided to hit our last big Long Street night. We did so in spades. Some Russians started talking noise to me about America. What began with a countercriticism from Soviet fascism and murder turned to Russian keptocracy in one of the longest streams of insults and nationalist slurs I think I have ever mustered. I was pretty proud of myself.
On Sunday, Hirsh, David, Dave, Nick, and I went to Kalk Bay, a small beach community about an hour long train ride away. The one bar was PACKED on Sunday afternoon in the winter. We watched the surfers and ate, then went to the beach to play frisbee in the late afternoon. We waited for the return train from a Cuban bar on the beach.
Bar overlooking the bay
Walking to the beach along the sea wall.
Another beautiful beach.
There are probably not any other big adventures in store, as I will be going home in just a few days. David went home today. Dave is leaving Tuesday. Cary is leaving on Wednesday. Hirsh and I will be the last ones here, holding it down.
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