“Visit Cape Town and history is never far from your grasp. It lingers in the air, a scent on the breezy, an explanation of circumstance that shaped the Rainbow People. Stroll around the old downtown and it’s impossible not to be affected by the trials and tribulations of the struggle. But, in many ways, it is the sense of triumph in the face of such adversity that makes the experience all the more poignant.”
― Tahir Shah, Travels With Myself
I am walking around Obz, a suburb of Cape Town, cold wind in my hair, the sun just behind Table Mountain. Noises, out of a little store on my left as I am walking up Lower Main Road. Smoke on the right side of the street. A taste of meat and spices is hanging in the air. Some homeless person sitting on a filthy mattress next to a gay bar as the sky turns red.
American girls with incredibly short shorts walking by, making the guy around the corner gazing.
A Mercedes is driving by, loud beats surrounding me. Bass and rhythms and exhaust noise forming a new track, the scent of the Rainbow Nation.
Goeie Hoop 