bird-sitting billy joe in our flat ------------------ seb's new best friend
feeding the beast
sunset from our flat on different occassions
sundowners at clifton beach
seb and tim talking mba --------------- hartaj being merry on our balcony
pete and margs after a wednesday night sail in false bay ------ our whale movie star
celebratory drinks at caveau in newlands -------- the norah/marilyn pose
lorien and i supporting the sharks ------------- the shakes annihilating the stormers at newlands
red befriending my uct "water" bottle -------nor, mike and red in action
a few of the neater rooms in our flat---------------------------------------------------------------
after seven months living out of a backpack, two weeks out of a messy parisian cupboard, we moved somewhere more 'permanent'...or at least for the meantime.
i found a great flat in sea point, not far from the centre-centre of cape town which even has a view of the sea (if you turn your neck far enough around the corner). it is probably easier just to walk down to the beach, which is situated three roads down. now that sounds way easier!!
the moment seb arrived, he launched straight into his MBA at the waterfront UCT campus. not a bad place to study at all - clearly, the location is geared to the foreigners of the course. it's ideal! it is no wonder the "one & only" resorts are opposite their campus!!
after much hesitation, i enrolled at UCT and am doing honours (4th year) in french literature and language (translation). so far so good ---
so we have been living here for just over three months and it has literally flown by. week days are spent gaining knowledge, weekends are usually comprised of an early surf at a small break called muizenburg. one never lasts too long in the water due to either frozen fingers or feet. i think gloves and booties might be an option...
watching the odd rugby game (where the sharks usually nail their opponents. nice!!) and socialising with long, lost friends. when the sun was setting after seven, it would take place at clifton second beach. imagine whiter than white sand, ice blue water and large, sandy boulders - it sounds like paradise, thats because it is! sundowners, snacks and this view - noone could ask for more.
now that the sun is getting stubborn on us, we are left to braaing over the weekends. for meat-eaters, this is bliss, for veges, its more the vibe that counts. it goes without saying that the salads have to be damn good too.
after seven months living out of a backpack, two weeks out of a messy parisian cupboard, we moved somewhere more 'permanent'...or at least for the meantime.
i found a great flat in sea point, not far from the centre-centre of cape town which even has a view of the sea (if you turn your neck far enough around the corner). it is probably easier just to walk down to the beach, which is situated three roads down. now that sounds way easier!!
the moment seb arrived, he launched straight into his MBA at the waterfront UCT campus. not a bad place to study at all - clearly, the location is geared to the foreigners of the course. it's ideal! it is no wonder the "one & only" resorts are opposite their campus!!
after much hesitation, i enrolled at UCT and am doing honours (4th year) in french literature and language (translation). so far so good ---
so we have been living here for just over three months and it has literally flown by. week days are spent gaining knowledge, weekends are usually comprised of an early surf at a small break called muizenburg. one never lasts too long in the water due to either frozen fingers or feet. i think gloves and booties might be an option...
watching the odd rugby game (where the sharks usually nail their opponents. nice!!) and socialising with long, lost friends. when the sun was setting after seven, it would take place at clifton second beach. imagine whiter than white sand, ice blue water and large, sandy boulders - it sounds like paradise, thats because it is! sundowners, snacks and this view - noone could ask for more.
now that the sun is getting stubborn on us, we are left to braaing over the weekends. for meat-eaters, this is bliss, for veges, its more the vibe that counts. it goes without saying that the salads have to be damn good too.
