Time to leave Africa, so what's next? Where do I go? I'm wandering, at this point. I have to be somewhere on this planet and time had run it's course here. I booked a flight to Thailand, because I'd heard so many amazing things about the country, and conflicting emotions of excitement and sadness welled up inside.
Three days to leaving africa, so I had to make them count.
I went down to the harbor in Cape Town, and found
it was festive and beautiful.
I caught a ferry to Robbins Island where Nelson Mandela was held prisoner for twenty-six years.
|Nelson Mandela's cell|
|The 'Yard" where they sat and broke stones for hours on end in the heat and sun.|
|In this corner, buried under the vines is where Nelson hid his writings every day.|
|Although this looks like just a pile of rocks, it was made by the prisoners years later as they returned in peace and forgiveness, the impact immeasurable. The pile remains untouched to remind everyone.|
|My south african friend, Saranne, said I could not leave without seeing the western cape in all it's unspoiled beauty.|
She picked me up in her car and took me on a day tour.
She was so right.
|The flat mountain on the left is Table Top and the peak to the right is Lions Head.|
Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the Table.
|But for now the sun sets as we head back to Cape Town.|
I climbed to the top of Tabletop Mountain
|The top of the mountain really is as flat as a table.|
|The view is so endless you can see the curve of the earth.|
Africa had become familiar. I was here long enough to embrace the energy, and the people. I learned to appreciate their thinking, their hurdles, and their indomitable spirit. Africa had stretched me, pushed me and challenged me in ways I never dreamed imaginable. I faced so many fears here. I became comfortable with being uncomfortable, which I realize is a valuable gift. It seems impossible for anyone to come away from here unchanged, and I myself am very different than when I touched down in Tanzania. On the flight to Thailand, the airline has said I am only allowed to take one bag, period. I can not pay money and take another. The few belongings I brought with me on this journey have now been cut in half. I'm stripped down to just me. I guess I'm going to find out what I'm really made of.