As a resident Durbanite, moving to Cape Town has been… a transition. It’s funny the things you notice – the arbitrary differences in the way things are done between back home and here. See, I still say “back home” even though I’ve been here for well over three months already. Like restaurants. What is it with Cape Town restaurants anyway? Half the time you’re sitting at your table at some ultra trendy café type place, when suddenly you remember that you’ve actually got to go order at the counter. What’s up with that? Does that mean you’re not meant to tip the waiter or waitress either? And how about that traffic?! Well, I’m not going to write any more about that issue - otherwise it’ll seem as though I’m just griping and longing for the green grass of Durban Botanical Gardens.

The thing I like about Cape Town is that there’s so much to still discover… and the beaches are incredible. The friends back home laugh because I’ve gone a long way… from Durban to Durbanville! It’s the beginning of a grand adventure, and as much as I am still homesick (how I miss my parents’ cantankerous miniature maltese poodle, who, incidentally, has never shown any particular fondness towards me unless I’m eating in front of her) I look forward to every weekend, and the places I have yet to explore and the old friends I have still to reconnect with. Sooo… while I won’t be swimming any time soon in the kelp and shark infested waters of the West coast, I’ll certainly head down to the white sanded beaches for some sun and relaxation. Bring on the weekends!