Yesterday, they picked me up at 8:15 for the tour of the Cape Peninsula. I admit it, I was bitter that they postponed my trip and so the first hour, I wasn't too sociable. Our group consisted of 3 Aussies, 1 Kiwi, 1 German, 1 French, 1 Brazilian and me--a fairly decent group of people. We stopped at the pier and could do an alternate trip to view seals for more money. I opted for coffee. I know that it isn't about the money, but I was still pissy about the day before. Anyways, I sat with the French girl and talked about traveling. Alex is in Cape Town for a week and intends to return for 5 weeks next year. She is a lawyer and an avid traveler.
Next, we stopped at Simon's Town to see the African Penguin. They are everywhere and quite funny. The first one was in the sewer, burrowing to stay warm. It was overcast and rainy all day yesterday; whereas, Monday was beautiful and sunny--ideal for this tour.
We drove to Cape Point and stopped the van so that we could bike 7 km to our next stop. Granted it was all down hill and not bad, but for awhile it felt like we were in a wind tunnel and I had no control over the bike. I kept seeing myself doing a tent stake over the bike and crashing horribly into the side of the road. I didn't and it was fun. We stopped for a brief lunch and then made our way to the Cape of Good Hope. The wind was crazy, but we prevailed and hiked up to the light house. The views were spectacular and there was this private beach that looked amazing. The guide kept saying--THE WATER IS FREEZING--and so perhaps, not the best place to be on the beach.
We hiked about 40 minutes to our next stop and it was here, that was the most treachorous part of the tour due to the winds. They think that the winds were going 65-70 km/hour and it was frightful. The path was narrow and considerably above sea level. My rain jacket kept pushing me to one side of the trail and it was difficult to hike down. I did enjoy the day and the tour was good.
I returned to the hostel and James, the resident drunk--I mean, Irish guy was exactly where I left him. On the couch, in the same clothes and drinking hot tea. He is out of money and so he doesn't do anything besides watch cricket or sports and follow the primaries in the States. My roommate, kate, took pity on him and after I had mentioned going out for a drink with her, she invited him along. I was annoyed since I knew that he hasn't done a damn thing in the 5 days that i have been there. Thankfully, he is returning to Ireland tomorrow since I think he needs a hobby or something. I mean, I could drink to oblivion in the States quite easily and still have income. I don't understand the purpose in drinking like that in a foreign country.
I go on the safari tomorrow and I have decided to relocate to a different hostel in Cape Town and then return to Long Street. Simon's Town was neat, but so windy and the water is cold. I am good on laying out in a shitty beach being pelted by sand. I did that in Bunbury, Australia, for a few days.
Laundry called this morning and I am making due with the continual rainy weather. Buenos Aires next week and then I make the descent back to the States, slowly....