Having read Nelson Mandela’s autobiography and being interested in South African history, I scheduled a tour to Robben Island, the UNESCO World Heritage Site where Mandela spent 18 of his 27 years in prison.

The rock quarry where Mandela worked during his prison term, photographed through the bus window.

 

Penguins on Robben Island.

 

Only one person escaped (twice!) from Robben Island (David Stuurman in 1809 and 1820).

 

The “beds” Mandela and other prisoners slept on.

 

Example of the “mattress” and blanket used by prisoners.

 

Segregated by color, prisoners received food based on their race.

 

Our tour guide was a former prisoner, serving for eight years, some of it with Mandela.  As a young person, he recruited militants for the African National Congress (ANC).  On the outside, he could not get a job.  When the prison opened up to visitors, former prisoners were hired to lead the tours.  He now lives on the Island as a free man and tour guide.

 

The only photo of Mandela while in prison.  The Red Cross came to check out conditions; he was given different clothes to wear so the Red Cross would think the prisoners were being treated well.

 

The corner of the prison courtyard where Mandela buried the original copy of his autobiography.

 

Prison cell.

I wasn’t planning on a private city tour.

Last night, I did my prep work:  I researched on Google what I hadn’t seen that I wanted to see, mapped out my walking route, and downloaded a couple of audio walking tours. 

This morning, though, I spoke with my hotel concierge who told me it wasn’t safe for me to walk my planned route.  He called a cab for me; the driver is also a tour guide.  I showed my guide, Owen, what I had already explored in Cape Town and what I had hoped to see – all by 1:00 pm when I wanted to grab a bite before my Robben Island tour.

What a great experience! Owen drove me to not only the neighborhoods that I had planned to visit but also showed me other sites while explaining the history, culture, and economics of Cape Town.  I’m typing this quickly so I can remember Owen’s commentary!

We started in Bo-Kaap, a neighborhood founded by Muslim Malaysians who were enslaved by the British.  When they were freed, they painted their homes a variety of bright colors to celebrate their freedom.

 

Across the street from the beautifully painted homes are “Cape Flats,” public housing units.  Unhoused people in South Africa can only be moved from encampments if they are given a place to live.  Many are moved to apartments like these.  Due to the conditions, crime in these flats is rampant.

 

District 6 squatters refuse to leave after residents were forcibly removed.  Their legal claim to this land has yet to be adjudicated.  Until the legalities are settled, as long as someone lives here, they cannot be moved.  The unemployment rate in South Africa is over 30%, creating a housing, economic, and cultural crisis.

 

Central Methodist Church near Greenmarket Square is a bastion of acceptance and progressive politics.  The signs on the left speak to current issues, such as LGBTQIA+ rights, supporting vaccinations, and accepting all races.  In fact the sign under the stained glass window of Jesus addresses the fact the the depiction of White Jesus is inaccurate given where he was born.

 

Long Street is a nighttime gathering place.

 

Outside of a church, these reminders of Apartheid remain.

 

The Dutch East India Company, which founded Cape Town as a refreshment station for its India-bound vessels, established Company’s Garden to grow fruit and vegetables for scurvy-ridden sailors. We spoke with a gardener harvesting broad beans, which he let us taste. In addition to Company’s Garden, we meandered around Green Point Urban Park, a central meeting place near the stadium built for the 2010 World Cup.

 

Near the Castle of Good Hope, we walked across the Grand Parade towards Cape Town City Hall where Nelson Mandela gave his first speech following being released from prison after 27 years of incarceration.

 

On the Old Granary Building, Bishop Desmond Tutu wears a Palestinian scarf symbolizing “his decades-long work championing justice for Palestinians,” his foundation said.

I’m off on another wonderful adventure!

Ever since I was a child, I’ve always wanted to go on an African safari.  With the time, resources, and newfound interest in photography, I knew the time had arrived.

Speaking with friends who’ve been to Africa, I researched tour companies, focusing primarily on those that explore big game locations and include Cape Town and Victoria Falls. Ultimately, I selected KE Adventure’s three-week Cape Town to Victoria Falls Classic Safari – with four days added onto the beginning of the trip solo in Cape Town.  I like to do this when I travel so I can get over jet lag and travel weariness before I meet my group.

Preparation for the trip also included reading Nelson Mandela’s autobiography Long Walk to Freedom and the novel Cry, the Beloved Country by Alan Paton.  Additionally, I’m still reading (it’s nearly 1,000 pages!) James Michener’s The Covenant.

So…I’m off to Africa!

 

At my first breakfast, I met two terrific women traveling with another group from England and this sweet South African woman from Joburg (Johannesburg) who was in Cape Town to cheer on her daughter running in the Cape Town Marathon that Sunday.  The South African woman insisted that we have a photo together.

 

With Jayne and her friend, I started exploring Cape Town by taking the Hop On Hop Off bus around the city where I quickly saw the Malaysian neighborhood of Bo-Kaap.

 

Next big stop:  Table Mountain!  My original thought was to hike the mountain solo, but I was warned against doing that.  Instead, I took the cable car up and down and walked all over the top.

 

 

View from the top of Table Mountain – with Robben Island in Table Bay.

 

Anther view from atop Table Mountain.

 

This South African woman, exploring Table Mountain with her adult son, rode the cable car up with me and requested that we take a photo together.  🙂

 

My trusted camera and me on Table Mountain.

 

From the bus, a view of the Twelve Apostles, a series of buttresses on the sea-facing side of Table Mountain.

 

Cape Town Stadium, home of the 2010 FIFA World Cup.

 

Some public art pieces captured while wandering around the city.

 

 

 

This man chose to pose for me while I photographed the mural in the tunnel going under the highway.  To get from my hotel to the waterfront, I walked through this tunnel at least a couple of times a day.

 

Another city mural.

 

Nobel Square pays tribute to South Africa’s four Nobel Peace Prize Laureates: the late Nkosi Albert Luthuli, Archbishop Emeritus Desmond Tutu, former State President FW de Klerk and former President Nelson Mandela.

 

From the Peace and Democracy sculpture, also found in Nobel Square.

 

This buffalo statue is really many separate metal statue pieces placed so that when one looks through a specific square spot, a whole buffalo emerges.

 

Green Point Lighthouse in Cape Town.

 

The Cape Wheel at V&A Waterfront.

 

The wind plays havoc with trees along the coast.

 

When my friend and Live Oak Music Festival Construction Crew Coordinator Dawn heard I was going to Cape Town, she connected me with one of her best friends, Marrie, who now lives in Cape Town.  Marrie and her husband Roger treated me to a delicious lunch and lively conversation about his exploits as a pilot and smuggler.  I’m looking forward to reading his book, Smugger:  A Memoir.