Blazing sunshine. Endless traffic. Horns honking. Wine bars heaving. Trance music blasting. Street hawkers calling. Coastal wind (called the “Cape Doctor” by locals) whistling. Grit in one eye, the other looking over my shoulder. Hair flying in every direction.
To explore central Cape Town is to be gut-punched: by an evolving backdrop of sublime nature and the complexity of the human condition.
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