Do as the Dubaians do and play golf. At least that’s what my aunt and uncle
do. While they were doing their thing we swung some clubs and hit some
balls. Though there’s no way he would let me photograph it, I think it’s
important for everyone to know that eli wore a golf shirt (tucked in) and
the special glove and everything. You just have to picture it.
We enjoyed this view while eating a delicious Chinese dinner al fresco.
While most of the restaurants we went to featured cuisine from some other
part of the world, we did stock up on excellent hummos, eggplant, toubouli
(sp?) and all the other middle eastern staples from the grocery store.
… with a nice view of a shopping mall designed to look like an old souk.
Aunt Kris hooked us up with the obligatory camel ride. Very enjoyable and
more comfortable than you might imagine.
Our computer connection is a bit too slow to post pictures. We should have
some up next week!
We did a short hike along the side of Table Mountain that afforded fabulous
views of the ocean and beaches below.
Though we were worried it would just be an exploitative tourist activity, an
employee at our hostel who grew up in a township urged us to go on a
township tour. Langa township started early in the twentieth century but
grew exponentially under apartheid when black Africans and what the
government called “coloureds” (mainly people of South Asian, Middle Eastern
and mixed-race descent) were forcibly relocated to townships. On the left
side of the photo you can see shacks that serve as houses and on the right
side you can see the newer concrete structures that the government and aid
organizations are gradually building to replace the shacks. Some families
still live in “hostels.” In older hostels, each family is given one bed
slightly smaller than a twin bed. There were three beds (and thus three
families) sharing the small room we saw. Usually the parents get the bed
and kids sleep in the common kitchen. In newer hostels, families get two
rooms per family, a bedroom and a kitchen/common room.
