Cape Town, How do I love thee? Let me count the waves. A city surrounded by two oceans, cradled by the sweeping curves of mountains, and one that comes to life with different moods brought on by mercurial weather. We call her Mother because she cares. Embracing all who visit her.
Cape Point curls around False Bay like a finger beckoning to come hither. Travellers, seekers, surfers, dreamers. Like the sirens who lured sailors to shore with their song, Cape Town beguiles, then drags you in deeper. Check out anytime you like, but you can never leave…
At least, I haven’t. An Eastern Cape refugee, I arrived here 20 years ago in a battered hatchback held together by stickers and stuffed with surf gear, piles of paperbacks, and a terminally…