Yesterday was a very lazy day. It felt nice to do nothing.
I started getting my stuff ready to pack. I started and finished a book on my Kindle. I also worked more on my short story, which I must say I quite like. It’s cute. I also briefly started a piece on being a 40+, single, woman. I could probably write tons of articles on that. I have a lot of thoughts on it.
My only venture out was to have dinner. I went to a brewery with Gideon and Neil and then to a bar. It has been cool to be able to hang out with them both. I’ve enjoyed the conversations, and they are both super cool people. Intelligent and open. Gideon has been an amazing host.
Today I went to Robben Island. I knew some of the history from when I went to Slave Lodge and to the exhibit in the Nelson Mandela Gateway. I didn’t realize that the island had been used as a prison/castaway point for 500 years. They sent lepers over there back in the day. And if you had a mental illness you could be sent over there. And in the old times if you were epileptic, they thought you had demons so they were sent over there as well.
One of the guides was a former prisoner. I did not catch his name, but he was sent there in 1984 for basically treason. He is one of the people who lives there today with their families. He said he lives there with men who used to be guards. He spoke with passion when he talked about how now he and his family can live anywhere they want with neighbors of all races. He also explained how the meals you were given worked. Basically based on race.
I saw the lime mine where Mandela worked as well as his cell. The leaders of political groups (the thinkers for lack of better word) were kept apart from the general population because the government feared their words. The guide also talked about how they would get and send notes outside of the prison. I am glad I went.
It is hard to fathom someone being there a year let alone twenty. I am impressed by the men who were not broken there.
It was a perfect day to be on the Atlantic Ocean. I saw a whale! It was so cool. I used to dream about whales a lot. This is only my second time seeing one in “real life.” It was magical. I also saw what may or may not have been a dolphin but that was anticlimactic for me. Flipper has nothing on Willy, in my book.
I also decided to go off the grid a little. I got rid of my twitter account. Twitter was fun, but it did take up time. I also changed my Instagram name to not be my name. I feel a little vulnerable so I am going vaguer and taking out some of the detail. Like in my blog about me section, I had where I went to college and that kind of stuff. No more, which is smarter in the long run.
Oh and the ride over to the island also afforded me a better view of their container terminal. There was a COSCO vessel at anchor and MSC and CMA CGM vessels at port. There was also a bulk Star Shipping vessel at anchor. I have seen a lot MSC containers on trucks. I will need to look up who their number one ocean carrier is here. Loved seeing it! International trade rocks.
After Robben Island, I wandered around the city center some looking around.
Oh. But as people boarded the vessel to go to Robben Island, they took your picture based on your party. When my time came, I was alone of course. So the photographer was like, “Oh my sister from another mother. You have no man, but don’t worry. You have no stress.” Which made me bust out laughing. I am reminded of this scene from Sex and the City where Charlotte and Anthony are talking. And Anthony was like if you do a, b, and c (or maybe if you don’t do) you will have “no mens.” And Charlotte was like would that be the worst thing. Anthony got this look of complete discuss and was like, “uh yes!” It was a great scene especially with the use of the word “mens.”
So tomorrow I am off to Botswana. I have enjoyed Cape Town so much, and I will certainly be back. Let’s get a group together and come. It’s just a very beautiful section of the world, and it is vibrant.
This trip has curtailed my need to be “polite” though. *_*
Maybe I am being too literally in the interpretation, but if everything happens for a reason, what is the reason. If a person sees me as a tourist as someone to steal and take from, how do I see them? Because if I perceive you as a threat, that dictates a lot on my behavior and attitude. I want to wax eloquent on this because I have given it some thought, but I feel like my words would be full of an emotion I don’t want to put out. Part of which is judgement. So bear with me. I am sure no one wants to get trapped in the vortex of my mind.
I do consider myself to have compassion. But perhaps I need to remind myself of the scriptures about love and peace I wrote a few days ago. I hate when that happens.
I can easily forgive my family and friends. But I am finding it harder to forgive a stranger, and I am not sure there was meant to be a difference.
But at the end of the day, there are more things that are good to focus on. Like, I am in South Africa!
And excuse anything that needs to be edited. I am basically posting as I go. So no rounds of edits.