I look at the breakfast buffet and say, “Wow!” Linda looks at the breakfast buffet and says, “They have Nutella!!!!!”
It’s what you do up on top of Table Mountain.
With Linda’s penchant for taking flower photos, I walk a fine line between posting too many and two few.
And on that note our visit to Kirstenbosch ended. Hopefully Ms. Flower Child will be happy with the quantity of flower photos posted. Skeptical Bob.
This was once a street lined with buildings in a vibrant section of Cape town. The problem was, it was a black and colored section of town. More room was needed for whites close to town. The locals were all moved out of District 6 and placed into Townships, then all the buildings were demolished so new buildings for whites could be built. Apartheid was not just a word.
It is very hard to write about what we saw this afternoon as emotions come boiling to the surface and parallels become so apparent, hence I will just be posting photos.
After the District Six museum we went out into the Townships, first stopping at an art workshop where some of the residents create and have their art work for sale. We bought several pieces directly from the artists and had our photo taken with them.
Much of the time we just looked out the window of the van as we drove along and the photos do not begin to convey what we saw. There is poverty, extreme poverty in the world. But to enforce it just because because of the color of a person’s skin? Or the fact they weren’t European? The best that can be said is that things are slowly changing for the better. Still, all the wealth and land remain in the hands of the whites. The whites whose ancestors, through colonization, stole it from the locals.
During our time in one of the Townships we visited a witch doctor.
Think what you want, but belief is a powerful healer in many cases. And if it didn’t work, people wouldn’t come back to him.
I’d be glad to talk about Apartheid and the Townships with anyone after we return to Retama.