Though most speak English, Afrikaans is king. Streets and businesses claim names from this Dutch-based language whose vowel sounds have no relevance to their English counterparts. Springbok, wildebeest, ostrich, cheetah, and other game certainly reside nearby; but the only signs we saw of them were on menus, near farms from which they had escaped, or caged for tourists to pet. Still no signs of my quintessential "Africa." Ivory and zebra skin were aplenty in the local souvenir shops, though most were raised in mass for "legal" poaching. And our authentic South African cuisine at Moyo's was served to us by waiters from Zimbabwe.
In Cape Town we found the US of the Southern Hemisphere; modern comforts, big-city feel, and surface-level prosperity in the tourist parts of town...a definite contrast (and break) from the laborious Lagosian living.
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