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| Date: | 01/19/2003 | ||||||
| Title: | on the road | ||||||
| Location: | cape town, south africa | ||||||
| Text: | km 77'117 lars had told me that i could use his car after he had left with his motorbike. this morning christoph, a friend of his brought me the hugue audi 100 and left it with me. sid and i left cape town right after that and drove south towards cape point. it was a great feeling of freedom to ride a car on these lonely country roads; we didn't choose the main routes and tried, as much as possible to stick to the small ones that followed the windy and narrow coastline. the weather was dramatic. dark clouds were chasing each other at high speed over the bays where the now deeply green sea was already starting to develop white foam on the waves in tense anticipation of the storm to follow. it was unreal, breathtaking and intense. some of the roads we took led to nowhere and sometimes we had to turn around. we didn't care. getting to cape point was not the objecive, it was the dirving the feeling of absolute freedom. i think it was in these hours, that sid and i, who had been friends evers since luanda, became got 'real' friends. we reached cape point which, today, was almost empty. many would be tourist choose not to come because the weather was 'bad'... but it was great! i had been here before, when the sun was burning and the sea was deep blue. it had been beautiful, but today with all the wildness of the ongoing storm it was simply breathtaking... indescribable. after cape point we drove on to simonstown where we visited the penguin reserve. i like penguins but the rain that started upon our arrival was stronger than my symphaties to these remarkable creatures and we left soon, soakingly wet. we drove to chris' house. i had met chris two weeks ago when i was here with two german girls from the backpacker. he's an ex-soldier, ex-mercenary and ex-whatever. an old though-on-the-outside-smooth-on-the-inside type... at least according to the german girls... but to me he's just another great guy who's left his violent and crazy past behind. we had a couple of beers together and, once the weather had calmed down, went to scarborrow for diner. after diner we said goodbye to chris and drove back towards cape town, stoping here and there, taking pictures of crazy baboons and the stunnlingly light sea. all in all it had been a fascinating and memorabel day... |
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