Day One - the flight
Cape Town Day One:-
Me, mama, papa and brother smurf went off on our quest to discover what Cape Town and Mauritius have to offer! Being picked up by our chauffer at 3 o'clock in the afternoon (for we are most posh). As we were running pretty early the guy asked if we wanted go the normal or the scenic way, so like the adventurous people that we are we decided to go scenic. Alas the man decided to take a wrong turn and then decided to realiy heavily on his Sat Nav to get us to Heathrow. He took us through such delights, as Crystal Palace, Anerly, Gypsey Hill, Streatham Common, Tooting Common and all other commons that are known for their high crime rates. Eventually passing my mums "place of birth" Chiswick we got to Heathrow and i had all the usual check-in stuff. Security was still tight due to the proposed plane bombings a week before so we were ordered to remove our shoes and put everything through the X-Ray machines. Once through we were feeling a bit peckish so we decided to p-p-p-pick up a Giraffe! Well that was the name of the restaurant and they do worldly foods and have smoothies with silly names that makes the adults sound stupid whenever they order them. You also get a little giraffe to stir your smoothie with! Anyway enough of talking about food (which i am a great fan of). We boarded the plane at 9 and i had to spend 10 hours sitting next to my brother *siiigh*.
South Africa Airlines were pretty good, they kept giving you drinks and had lots of movies to watch from American to English and African too! However this was my first long haul flight and trying to sleep in a plane seat is not the most comfortable of things in the world. Also when you are trying to watch a movie and your brother ends up sleeping with his face in front of yours, it is a bit distracting.
So to cut my waffling short we landed in Cape Town airport at about 10 in the morning and it was a sunny day with a bit of cloud. When coming to stay in Cape Town they like you to fill out a great deal of forms and stare at your passport photo and then look at you, which always makes me laugh as i have such an appauling photo with a bowl shaped hair-do (i don't have that now mind).
Once through customs we got on a mini bus and were driven to our hotel in the new financial district of Cape Town, where a new international convention centre has been built and various other developments are being made in time for the World Cup. However, next to the roadside that connects the airport to the city are many townships where farmers have settled in search of a better life.
posted by Pablo @ 2:09 pm
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