An, almost-rhyming Poem about an exploration of Cape Town
Once a group of very few girls and many a boy
Decided to journey into Cape Town from Savoy
They hopped onto the train (1st Class, only R10.50 can you believe?!)
But admittedly missed the Gaatjie or Sliding Door Operator (SDO) of mini-taxi fame.
Their first stop was Jan van Riebeek's Castle of Good Hope which he built
Where there used to be 6 flags, minus the Apartheid one removed because of guilt.
Unfortunately the key ceremonies of 10 am and 12 we did not see
Because there were many other places we had to be
Cape Town's City Hall we visited next,Where we heard a snippet of Mandela's speech he made on that special day
Oh it made our souls feel so light and gay, when read in the sultry voice of our RA Rae 😀
Our feet carried us then to the Parliament steps , where the 4 pillars stood white and tall
But our hearts were unsettled when we noticed nearby slavery lodge, thank goodness for the successful #slaverymustfall!
St George's Cathedral we saw next, the oldest cathedral in Cape Town,
and craned our necks in hope of seeing Desmond Tutu. Alas we were out of luck,
but also saw the crpyt,
which we have heard plays jazz that doesn't suck.
For too long we had silenced the hungry cries of our stomachs and so in search of lunch we went
And found a place where your money is well spent.
Eastern Food Bazaar, where the prices are so low it is almost bizarre!!
With our stomachs full and our purses not doing too bad,
we stumbled onto green market square, learnt to haggle and buy gifts and other felt, saw and heard other experiences to be had.
There were singing children and pigeon flocks
and we left some stalls with lighter stocks.
Our final stop was the company gardens where we (silently) shouted RMF in front of the infamous Rhodes
and where squirrels appear in droves.
We also so the Iziko National Art Gallery on our way out of the gardens on our way to Hiddingh to catch the Jammie.
What a day well spent!
We think our RAs are heaven-sent😊