Things We've Been Doing.

Eating copious amounts of fruit.
Watching local films at the Cape Town Film Festival.
Walking. Walking, walking, walking.
Eating more fish than I ever thought humanly possible.
Catching local bands playing at the park for the annual Cape Town Festival.
Getting lost.
Reading Africa books in the backyard sunshine.
Going on morning runs through the nearby cricket (sport, not insect) fields.
Eating South African, Kurdish, Carribean, and Cuban food downtown.
Mastering the decent but reliably unreliable bus and train systems.
Wandering the city markets endless stalls of jewelry, masks, sandals, and absurd amounts of 2010 World Cup Memorabilia.
Turning down numerous offers for ganja on the street corners.
Wandering the halls of museums, hospitals, the University of Cape Town, and the local library.
Meeting people from Nigeria, Cameroon, Zimbabwe, Botswana, and occasionally, South Africa.


Obviously living the rough life.


Weirdest scene of the weekend: a beer ad being filmed downtown, involving "snow" (white sand) and a snowboarder.

Last weekend we checked out the nightlife at a place in the city called Tiger Tiger (just like Stardust Lounge, the name says it all) where drinks were cheap and the music was all American pop. A particularly bizarre moment was being on the dance floor when Michael Jackson's "Doesn't Matter If You're Black Or White" came on. Everyone in the club (most of them white 20-somethings) started singing along emphatically, and I looked around and realized the only blacks in the place were 3 very overworked bartenders, and a cleaning lady who was constantly sweeping up broken glass off the dance floor from yet another wasted lacrosse-playing, Lacoste-wearing, stuck up white boy knocking beer bottles over. It appears in some places, it does still matter if you're black or white.

Also over the weekend, we finally got into the slums! Went to a church in Khayelitsha, full of locals and gorgeous chocolate babies running everywhere. The service was 3 hours long (that's how you know you're in Africa), but a good solid hour of it was nothing but music and dancing and hollering and clapping. And it was so, so good.