“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” – Mark Jenkins

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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Adult World in CT = Dunkins in MA

After OBM (Old Biscuit Mill, get with the lingo) on Saturday, the 5th, I convinced everyone to walk with me to Adult World. Why? Well, because there are at least 5 Adult Worlds on the way to Cape Town proper alone and I wanted to know what all of the fuss was about. I thought the store was near the market. Quite the contrary; after 45 minutes of walking we arrived at the very closed off, dodgy-looking building and went inside for a little over 5 minutes, enough time to laugh at the fact that we had just walked 45 minutes to..well, Adult World. But, at least now I can say I've seen a bit more of Cape Town.

Later that day, I went over to Charles' and Gee's apartment, and we sat outside on plastic chairs, underneath their umbrella and just chatted for 2 hours. At one point, Gee brought out his guitar and played while I sang along to Enrique and Lauren Hill (at least we know some of the same music) and Charles made us tuna melts. It was such a wonderful afternoon.

After another night at Springboks, and Church on Main the next day, we went to Muizenberg, a beautiful beach on the Indian Ocean. Taylor and I took a long walk down the beach. The sand seems to run forever, and you can just get lost in the unending beauty of it all. It's also a great place to collect sea shells! One thing I did notice- and take note of this- was the immediate, seemingly random, disappearance of the surfers in the water. It wasn't until I noticed the flag in the water that I realized the severity of the emptiness. Apparently that little flag is enough to tell every surfer in the water that a shark is about to give them a love bite. Good to know.

Of course, the day wasn't complete without half-off sushi at Beluga. Abraham, or "Abes", as we like to call him, is our new go-to driver. We were all starving from a day in the sun and had a great meal full of sushi and good laughs.

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