I really cannot go to a place and not capture the experience with words and share with possible and willing hearers / readers.
I once termed myself with this label “a wondering wanderer.”
I like that. It captures my wanderlust for travelling and new experiences and appreciating the beauty all around me.
Recently I was blessed to be sent by church to a youth pastor’s retreat down in Simon’s Town (Cape Town.) Combined with a few days of leave I had the most amazing time.
I made some new friends. I met up with friends that I hadn’t seen in about 3 or 4 years. And I got to enjoy my newly found hobby: geocaching whilst going to unusual places and seeing the most spectacular sites:
The adventure starts on Monday with Bob and I enjoying a breakfast special at Arnold’s a quaint restaurant that looks upon Table Mountain.
Then we headed for a drive up to Signal Hill which offers spectacular views of the city.
Later that day, looking like a backpacker (my intention), I boarded a train at Rosebank and headed off to the retreat: Simon’s Town.)
That evening some old friends reunited and some new ones made headed to the local and rather dingy pub along the main street of Simon’s Town:
The next day, we decided to do some geocaching in the area which led us to some interesting attractions:
From examining the old and unused cable car structure to peering out at the harbour and climbing the 340 steps to Just Nuisance’s grave; we most certainly deserved a good way to end the day. So we spoiled ourselves with refreshing milkshakes at a little place called Harbour View. Not quite the conventional “sun downers” approach, however I enjoyed that moment.
Being patriotic to my country and our football team, Bafana Bafana, that Tuesday night we visited another pub in the area; this one was far better than the first night’s attempt. The place was called: Bertha. (Admittedly, not such a trendy name).
Sipping on the locally brewed ale: Mitchell’s. A mellow evening indeed.
Wednesday we headed into town to Central Methodist Church (such youth pastors… haha)
And also the V & A Waterfront. Being at the waterfront I felt overwhelmed by a surge of feelings upon me. There was “so much” to take in. In a good way! The stunning backdrop of the blue sky, the festivity one could feel in the area, the smart looking restaurants and bars scattered in the harbour. I felt that awesome feeling I have had in the past when experiencing a city for the first time. (I was born to explore and see new sights,)
This pic of this renovated building grabbed my attention for some reason:
What an epic day indeed!
After the retreat, I met up with some friends from when I lived in East London in a placed called Roxy’s:
Note the quirky stairway, the retro wall prints and even a mannequin to hold your bog roll for you while you do your business.
More things went down on my trip to Cape Town; but for the sake of brevity, I end here. Thanks for reading. Hope this inspires you live with appreciation and gratitude.
Live well, live inspired.