OKAY!!... NO, IT'S NOT.

Ellen, Brett and I took a beach day to explore some of the parts of the peninsula we haven’t seen yet. First we went to Llundudno, a secluded beach near Camps Bay with crazy waves and huge rock structures to climb on. The scale of everything there is so massive that it dwarfs you entirely—I felt like I was in Avatar, but Brett and Ellen refused to paint themselves blue (killjoys). After Llundudno, we drove to Haut Bay and had dinner at a seafood restaurant there. All the waiters wore pirate outfits, and we quickly made the jump from Avatar to Fast Times At Ridgemont High.

We drove around with Amon, a cab driver from Zimbabwe who we’ve befriended over these past few months. Amon is a man of few words—well really, just one word: “Okay!” Everything we say garners the exact same reaction. This is fine when you say something like, “Amon, we need to go to Camps Bay.” And he responds with “Okay!” This is not so fine when you say, “Amon, a herd of angry gnomes is headed straight towards us, we’re all going to die!!” And still he responds with… “Okay!” Recently, it has come to our attention that we are Amon’s only customers. I have called him upwards of 30 times and there have only been two times when he was busy—once he was with Danny and the other time he was with Brett. This lack of customers became apparent at around 5pm when we looked out into the parking lot of the restaurant, saw Amon’s car, and realized he had just been following us around the peninsula the other day. Granted, it was probably a smart (although doubtfull strategic) business move on his part, since the three of us are effectively ¾ of his customers. And the other ¼ (read as: Danny) was in the library.

Got back to Cape Town and went out on Long Street: Waiting Room, Marvel, Fiction, and finally Dubliners. At the end of the night, Danny spent 75 rand (a small fortune) buying food from street vendors—the South African equivalent of ghetto dogs, shwarma, and falafel. I argued with Danny that the shwarma was better than the falafel but Danny pointed out to me that he asked the vendor to put falafel IN the shwarma… Moments like this make me so happy that Ellen and I are going back to SC with a new best friend. With great taste in street food.