Cape Town, Cape Point

From Cape Town the " Mother city " to Cape Point.The meeting of the two oceans ,the feeling of remoteness .

CAPE TOWN, CAPE POINT


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“Capricious, seductive. Cape Town is known in South Africa as the Mother City, but this city is no nurturing earth mother. The city is charming, cruel, changeable, demanding, and ultimately complacent. Pleased with her own company. Cape Town elicits in the visitor and resident alike adoration. You can’t help yourself; there is the dramatic natural beauty of the mountains, the two competing oceans. Warm Indian, cold Atlantic; there is the feeling of remoteness, of being at the end of a vast continent. Cape Town has the allure of being the beginning of another journey into the Indian Ocean and everything that the unvisited East promises.”

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“Cape Town exists most fully in sound. The triptych of mountains that face Table Bay create an amphitheater with perfect acoustics. A web of sounds holds this disparate city together. The muezzin in the old Malay Quarter calling into the silent dawn. The church bells in Long Street following thereafter. The melancholic anxiety of the foghorn at Moullie Point that heralds the mists that slip off the Atlantic into the city. The crash of the Noon Gun that startles everyone every day as it bisects morning from afternoon. The hoot of the Cape Eagle owls that haunt the houses on the periphery of the city. The roar of the waterfalls off Table Mountain after rain. And always the boom of the ocean”

” I walk on the mountain every day I can. Out of my house, up one street, and then on the serene, granite face that Table Mountain turns toward the North, toward the rest of Africa. Below me is the city with its hum of traffic and sirens. The sound fills one ear. On the other side is the ancient silence of the mountain. Sometimes, if it is late enough in the evening, I hear nightjars call.”

“Rio is a passionate city. New York is a passionate city. Even tired old London has passion. Cape Town, on the other hand, is a seductive city. It works its magic on you secretly. If you live here long enough, you are no longer able to really live anywhere else. A yearning for the wind, for the cold sea, for the drama of the landscape, even for the city’s inexcusable indifference to its own poor, forces you to return. A city of loss perhaps, of never really getting from it what you want, of eternal leavings and returns. Perhaps that is passion. Cape Town was built, after all, as a way station to elsewhere. So those of who live here were unintended.”

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” Cape Town was a slave city for only a handful of years fewer than it has been free. There are living traces everywhere—the kramats high on the slopes of Devil’s Peak and Lion’s Head. The snaking lines of pilgrims that visit the graves. The Malay Quarter (or the Bo-Kaap, as it is also known) and the constellation of little stone fishing villages that ring the Peninsula. At first glance, Cape Town looks like many other former colonial cities, but the imprint of the Indian Ocean—and especially of Indonesia—is strong. In the food, in the faces of people, and in the mongrel tongue, Afrikaans, that was born out of the Babel of languages of the early Cape.”

 Margie Orford

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