Swing Bridge with 2 swingers
So Ron and I returned to Victoria Wharf. We shopped and greatly enjoyed the Water Shed, a cavernous building of tin siding full of booths selling arts and crafts. The US $ is at a great rate vs. the Rand right now and we found fabulous bargains and endless cleverness. The lion [and many other animals] are made from used flip flops, glued together and carved.
Flip Flop Lion
We had cold tabouleh and husami [rice pilaf and fried cheese] for lunch and made our way to the Two Oceans Aquarium. As we entered, we could already see a feeding frenzy taking place.
I was hoping from the name [Two Oceans] that the aquarium would be set up to compare and contrast the Atlantic and the Indian Oceans, which do come together off the southern coast of Africa, not at the Cape of Good Hope, but Cape Agulhas. Although it was a nice aquarium, with a truly fine café latte in the snack bar, it was modest in scope. We saw a number of critters we’re not familiar with.
Jimmy Durante fish = Black musselcracker
Tail up Pipe Fish
And a nice display of African penguins which was nifty but paled in comparison with the wild ones. The jellyfish display was psychedelic.
Right outside the aquarium was a large low building that we took for a grocery store, but was in fact, an array of food booths like you find at major urban rail stations. Both take-away foods and food fixings, we bought some Malay spices and candy [for our hosts, see below].
We walked back to the museum, toting our finds, and actually did have time to visit Mambo’s, a plastic wonderland. Oh, how I wished for an extra suitcase, but I settled for some jewelry-size zipper bags and some glue and scissors. [No matter how I plan, I never seem to have these items when I travel.]
We rested a bit [2 hour nap!] and freshened up, for our dinner was to be at the home of a local family [an optional tour, that we are growing very fond of]. We bussed to the home of proud “colored” family, the Gordons. Under apartheid, regular folks like you and me would be classed as “colored” if you had any mixed ancestry. Melting pot, in other words. Might be black African, Indian, Malay or any other mix. This is not a shameful term to most of these people, they told us, and welcomed any questions. Our hostess had made us a lavish dinner of Cape Cuisine dishes, which included a mix of spicy chili-like stew based on Indian spices; wraps of pita and hashed meats; flavorful rice dishes, with a pudding dish for dessert.
Included in the family at table were her husband, a blue collar worker and her brother, a professor at a local college; her teenaged daughter helped cook and serve and left after they were introduced. There were 10 or so of our tour group, so it was a crowded, noisy room, but our hosts circulated and talked to all of us. They were quite interested when I told them that the history of South Africa is also the history of Virginia:
· founded by a private company who ran the colony for profit;
· slavery was introduced by the Dutch early on;
· women were scarce;
· natives and colonists had an up and down relationship;
· land ownership was grossly unfair;
· SA had a gold rush, VA had a tobacco rush;
· 20th century attempt to keep the races separate [but “equal”], the results of which we are all still dealing with.