Its not easy to get lost in CT. Firstly, the signs mean exactly what they say. Secondly and most important, there are no crazy drivers riding up ur ass, so u can take your time and look for the road signs.
So finding Arabella Sheraton was a quick drive. I met Charrlay Haterr, who very kindly introduced me to the bigwigs when they came in. Jim Quigley is more pleasant in real life than in photos, and reaching out to the people through his blog is one of the best things he has done for his reign.
I didn’t want to sit in that meeting (the morning was bad, this meeting would be a killer!) so I popped over to the V&A Waterfront to David-Livingstone-in-a-suit style exploration. It is an incredibly touristy place – the prices at the craft market are exorbitant and around every corner there is a tourist and his/her flock. Never mind the fashion models and cute guys who fall into 2 categories.
One thing I would never be able to do in Joburg is sit at gaze into the distance without looking like an idiot (and without getting shot, mugged and hijacked). So I sat on the bench and imagined. I imagined that I had someone to share the sunset with. I imagined that someone would tap me on the shoulder, give me a hug and smile at what I was doing. I imagined how I would look to someone, gazing into the distance, a stranger but feeling completely at peace. I imagined the last time I came there.

My alarm clock buzzed me out of my rather foolish fantasy. It was time to get the bus back to the hotel and back into the business world. While waiting for the taxi I took this pic of Table Mountain from the table view. This is what everyone comes to see. It’s a pretty sight - I know why people fall in love with this place.

I moved into my new place last night. Wow. The garden cottage is too plain compared to this place. Complete with petals in the toilet and recycled paper menus, it’s a really nice place to hang out.
Anyways.. I am Hair-ing tonight at Theatre on the Bay. Happy happy nudity! :)