I’ve just finished reading George Orwell’s Animal Farm and it amazes me how a book written in the 1940’s can still be relevant today’s time. SA’s Farmer Jones (Apartheid) has been abolished and we have been a democracy since 1994. However, even though a new government starts out with good intentions should we be fearful of the fact that a Napoleon could be in our midst? Almost 20 years later there are still so many promises that has been made to us that has yet to be delivered.
Leaving Istanbul was hard as it was love at first sight and I had already started imagining myself living there. Alas onward we must go. To say that I was unimpressed with Barcelona upon arrival would be an understatement. Driving in the cab from the airport felt like I was on the N2 back home, where was the magic? The same magic I felt when I took the cab from Istanbul airport to our hostel. Fortunately my opinion of this city changed in the days that followed.
Once we arrived and checked in, they informed us that the hostel was taking its guest to a night club that evening and would we like to join them. We said yes of course and were told we needed to be ready by 12, clubbing only really starts after 1 in Barcelona. That’s why they have siestas in Spain because people party into the morning so of course they going to need a little nap the next day. The club had good music, beautiful people but there was zero hospitality and I was starting to fear Barcelona had been a mistake.
The next day we decided to explore. We took a free walking tour of the Gothic Town and I was so glad that we did as it completely changed how I felt about the city. It was sensory overload for anyone with a love of history and architecture or just all things old and pretty. Aside from the little altercation with a homeless man I really enjoyed this tour and what amazed me was the fact that the tour was free (well almost, you can tip your guide at your discretion at the end of the tour). Still it was value for money.
About 3 weeks ago Nats and I went to the SA national gallery to see Vladimir Tretchikoff’s exhibition. Found some of it quite scary but there’s no denying that this was a talented artist.
Going just reminded me of a time when me and Nats used to go out every lunch time and go to museums and art galleries (one of the perks of working in the city) including a launch of shoe range at the iart gallery. Although now we both to busy to do this often so it was nice to soak up some culture on a Saturday afternoon, which was followed by lunch at Seven Sins in Kloof Street (gotta love Cape Town)
Some notable things to go check out:
The Slave Lodge in Adderley Street
The Castle of Good Hope, one of SA’s oldest buildings built between 1666 and 1679 (I can still remember the 5 points: Buuren, Nassau, Oranje, Leerdam and Catzenellenbogen)
Gold Museum in Strand Street
District 6 Museum
Doesn’t going to the museum or planetarium make you feel nostaligic and remind you of school excursions?
So be a tourist in your own city and you’ll probably learn something new.