No idea what Juho has written below, but
I’ll blatantly ignore that Finnish dribble and proceed with the language of
English. We arrived today in Knysna, a smallish town up the coast from Cape
Town. Despite its beauty I have to admit I am quite glad to leave Cape Town
behind. Don’t get me wrong Cape Town is a stunning city, reminding me a little
of Sydney, if we are going to make Australian comparisons, but it made Juho and
I somewhat uncomfortable. The massive disparity between have and have nots is
so devastatingly apparent in Cape Town. From the glitzy Waterfront and Camps
bay to the destitution and crime ridden Cape flats, Cape Town is a city of
divide.
We stayed in a beautiful home in Green
Point 21 Braemer st (http://www.23braemer.co.za/Home-273.htm), owned by a charming and friendly man who rents out two
rooms and shares his pool and stories with travel folk from around the globe.
We wandered the picturesque Waterfront for the first day, feeling like we were
on Sydney harbour, except for the awesome African bands, which seemed to be
playing on every corner. The view of Table Mountain inescapable and absolutely
beautiful. We mingled in bars with upper class locals, with whom we had nothing
in common except for skin colour.
Luckily for us our lovely friend Marion had
hooked us up with a French friend of hers, Yoel, who took us touring around the
cape in his car on the second day. As we wound our way along the narrow coast
roads we ogled the dramatic mountain ranges and wild, shark infested waters
framed by white, deserted beaches. Absolutely breathtaking. Yoel runs a French
Creperie on the quieter side of the Cape peninsular: “Excuse my French”.
Attached to an antique store and oozing originality, “Excuse my French” overlooks
the harbour and is filled with French paraphernalia, including an extensive
collection of frogs. 
Baboon just chilling
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