Tauriel:[weeps
for Kili] "If this is love, I don't want it. Take it away, please! Why
does it hurt so much?"
Thranduil:[sadly]
"Because it was real."
~The
Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies
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| View of Cape Town with Table Mountain & Lion's Head |
If I could pick one artist yesterday to be my soundtrack for
the day in the life of me, it would be
Moby.
I had “Why does my heart feel so bad?” being played over & over again after
I said my good byes at the airport.
I’m not going to lie to say that, “yeah, man, it was a piece of cake!” come
on really, it was not. I’m a human being & allowing the emotions to flow is
perfectly normal. No need to hide them & shield behind the night &
shinning armor to say, that I’m better than you cos I don’t show the truth.
It’s perfectly healthy to show it. There’s nothing wrong with showing love. Let’s
just say when true, real, radiant love shines & you have to say good bye to
that friend or friends it’s actually very painful. I felt my heart being ripped
open to the core, but knew that I had to keep that love light on shining so
bright to heal it. I did manage to make it to Cape Town with a few tears of
love shinning down my face.
I found myself a fabulous backpackers,
The Big Backpackers in Greenpoint. I actually found
it during my predeparture planning stage of this holiday. I’m very grateful
that I was able to keep the same hostel when I changed my itinerary a couple of
weeks back to extend my stay. I’m very impressed with how welcoming this place
is. I recall reading a fab article in some travel magazine in Mozambique about
the backpackers as well. The rooms are small, but cozy with a private bathroom.
There’s a great vibe at this place. It’s in a residential section of the city
without the noise of the busy streets & raging nightclubs & bar, a
perfect oasis after over a month in the bush.
“One of the most
difficult things is not to change society-but to change yourself.”
~Nelson Mandela
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| Mandela's Cell on Robben Island |
I’m basically seeing where my days take me while in Cape
Town. The city is fabulous. I spent my day walking down to the V&A
Waterfront to do some shopping. It felt strange to be back in civilization with
seeing a full blown shopping center. It was very surreal.
I walked around a bit before picking up
my prebooked ticket for
the
Robben Island Museum. I figure what better thing to do than
go for a wee bit of a boat cruise to see where Nelson Mandela spent his time
incarceration. I felt that I was going out to Alcatraz in a sense, but this is
South Africa, so it’s not the same. The seas were a wee bit rough to reach the
final destination of Robben Island, only a mere 11km from land. When I arrived
on the island, I basically hopped onto a bus for a wee bit of tour of the
entire island. Yes, I did see some African Penguins along the way with terns
& other birds. It’s been a while since I had my penguin love. The island
tour was good & I learnt about the many shipwrecks that have taken place
over the years. The cool thing about my time on the island is that former
inmates give the actual prison tour. It’s rad that they tell you the truth
& the way that life was spent in the prison before it closed its doors in
1992. I definitely could feel Mandela’s spirit still roaming out there. It’s
very remarkable to see that actual place that helped him over come many
obstacles of hatred transforming him into a self loving individual & father
to the new South Africa.
I
returned to the mainland after an even bumpier crossing back. Honestly, it wasn’t
as rough as the Drake or Baja, but I just sat there inhaling the beauty of the
seas & enjoyed getting splashed on for about an hour.
It’s been a rather long day, but not as long as they usually
have been. It feels strange without the dire need to wake up during the “blue
hour” to meditate before chasing the light. It’s nice to see another part of
this beautiful country. Embracing the dance as I continue to dance down the
rabbit hole suckling the beauty of life…
