Actually, this is Cape Town. I took these pics Sunday, yesterday, as we made our way to the waterfront to Robben Island.
This is City Hall.
It's not bad here.
I can totally do this, too. What show-offs.
This is the train. Do not take the train after 7pm and on the weekends they come like, once an hour if you're lucky. Good times. I'll have to take some pics of the minibuses later...
I am currently at my dive bar because they have internet and an outlet. FTW. Our internet and phones have been down since Thurs. Makes it hard to work. I just got a new case involving medical malpractice, specifically forced sterilization. She speaks only a little English, no translation was provided to her and the hospital basically did this to her after she went through childbirth. I took the case over from someone in non-legal, so she was struggling with identifying and proving each element of medical negligence, so I am going to do that now and go over it with her tomorrow. She's leaving by the end of the week, so I get to take over.
I did not get to do Cape Point this past weekend because people suck. Actually, no, it was not a big deal. I ended up getting stuck in town because one of the drivers took two boatloads of volunteers back to the suburbs and asked, "Is that everybody?" And he said, "Yeah, we ran into lots of people tonight and I think everyone's back." WRONG! So CA (our usual driver and the one *everyone* calls) went to a party at 3 and I guess the other drivers shut off their phones. So at 3 when DM and I decide to head back, well guess what. NO ONE'S ANSWERING THEIR PHONES. Good. Times. I guess we could have negotiated with a regular cab in hindsight, but that makes me nervous. Once they get you in the cab they can change the fare, etc., and I'm just not a big fan, especially since DM would probably get dropped off before I would.
So we stayed at a cute little boutique hotel, it was really neat, actually. Each room is different and we had our choice of three. We opted to NOT choose the one with cubic art face designs on the wall. Kinda creepy, kwim? Ours had a bunch of record albums on the walls. It also had a book on the desk I wish I had noticed sooner--full of what prior people had written. But no one writes, "Neat room, had fun." They write weird stories, draw pictures or who knows what--and not always in English. It was also a reasonable rate to split considering how cute it was and how it was downtown Cape Town.
There are a ton of backpacker places around but I mistakenly thought those were hostel-style 8 to a room kinda thing. CA says they are not (when she picked us up the next morning, apologizing profusely) so maybe next time. HA, not. She also said that if we're ever in town after 1am from now on, just to text her and let her know we're still in town, so it won't happen again.
So hey, impromptu overnight in Cape Town, it was unexpected but interesting.
Just a couple more pics, because I am supposed to be working...but Sunday we did go to Robben Island. If you want to see Robben Island and some great shots of Cape Town, you should watch Good-bye, Bafana. We circulated the film around the office; it has Joseph Fiennes and Dennis Haysbert and came out in 2007; it's not bad. You can see where I was, it's pretty interesting. Acutally, the subject line is what one of the Brit guys said to someone asking if he was watching 24. It has Dennis Haysbert in it (who is the president in the first few seasons of 24), but come on!
The waterfront!
The ferry that took us. I barely survived the first trip sans-Dramamine. I only refrained because I am down to 2 and I have 2 flights left. I took one on the way back. I will look for more Dramamine or its equivalent later...
This is really cool. You can see how far I am from Boston! And how much closer the South Pole is...
Back to work...
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