Since I live in Green Point, it is the centre of the world. Well my world anyway. And since the stadium is so close, all that happens there is right in my face. Yesterday was the 3rd attempt to place an even bigger crowd into the stadium. It was a spiritual festival of sorts. I could hear voices and music throughout the course of the day. A kind of backdrop to the other usual noises.
But later in the day when I tried to go to the gym the traffic was bumper to bumper. But then with most of the roads “under construction” – I suppose that is to be expected.
On the other side of the mountain is the centre of another life. This picture of penguins wandering about Boulders Beach in Simonstown. Traffic jam! What’s that?
Photo courtesy of Jemma Fletcher
Many roads are still a long way from ready. In the picture is the road to Green Point Soccer stadium. Well where the road will be one day. Green Point Common is looking a lot like this. A lot of Cape Town is “under construction” right now.
Our soccer stadium is ready. We’ve had two trial runs with a soccer match and a rugby match. Next up is a spiritual festival expected to pull the biggest crowd to date.
The new urban park is getting there fast. I see workers out early in the day and still at it late at night. I see them weekends too. This city is hell bent on being brand new come June this year.
New roads, new stadium, new parks, new cafes and eateries, new transport services, new, new, new …
I just hope I can still find familiar places and spaces when they are done. That we can be the same, only different.
London, Paris, New York, Cape Town. They are all art filled, culturally rich cities. Cape Town manages to be African but compared to Durban or Jozi it is very European in feel. Chapman’s Peak Drive was built by the Italian prisoners of war and feels like the Amalfi Coast. The residents of Franschoek – French corner – celebrate Bastille Day.
Many residents have migrated here from up north for reasons as varied as the laid back lifestyle to the excellent weather. Cape Town enjoys an average of 10 hours of sunshine and 26’C in summer.
Table Mountain is to Cape Town what salt is to pepper. They go together. Early sailors came to see this landmark as a guide on their journeys around the Cape en route to the east.
Famous explorers Bartolomeu Dias and Vasco da Gama stopped in the bay at the foot of the mountain as early as 1488. But the name came from the Dutch who named it Tafelberg as the mountain has flat and square shape like a table. And when the mist rolls over the top of our mountain, we say she has a table cloth.
There is a legend about Van Hunks having a smoking contest with the devil to explain the “table cloth”. Locals use the mountain for direction and the mountain range runs along a peninsula to Cape Point where the Indian Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean meet.
Calm slowly returns to Green Point after a day of over 35 000 bicycles finishing up their race here. The Cape Argus Cycle tour hi-jacks our city one day every year. Thousands of riders in funny fluorescent outfits shut down our roads and cycle around the peninsula and back.
Even Lance Armstrong was here. They bring their families and friends and bicycles with them. A festive feeling pervades with flags and crowds, commentators, TV crews and loud music.
Tomorrow they start dismantling the gear and by the next day this visible mass of grandstands, marquees and banners and will all be gone.
