The first time I visited Cape Town I was an 18 year-old exchange student on a ‘caravan vacation’ with my host family. Table Mountain loomed ominous over our RV park. We stayed in a tiny, gritty little fishing village called Fish Hoek. Each morning, fisherman speaking staccato Cape Afrikaans used their large nets, wiry arms and little boats to fish as they’d done for hundreds of years.
In the years following, I’ve visited Cape Town four more times, each adventure giving me a better sense of the city. Cape Town is to South Africa what Vancouver is to Canada. It may not be the economic power house that Johannesburg or Toronto is, but it’s a cosmopolitan city known for its food, culture, history and geography.
It’s the kind of city where you can take a creaky, crowded train with all walks of life past shanty towns and end up in a ritzy, tourist area. It’s a city where you’ll eat Cape Malay curries that have stayed in family recipe books for generations. If you’re lucky, you might frolic with models at one of it’s numerous aquamarine beaches. Read more