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The Flying Years

Time has flown by, and flowed by, too, like a fast river in search of its estuary. Mostly, it was about flying. We were young. We had nothing but the greatest dreams and our illusions were only a sign of innocence, not of age. But…

 
Coriolistic Anachronisms | Silvermine, a Hike Over Muizenberg
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Silvermine, a Hike Over Muizenberg

The southeaster was howling, clouds loomed low, the sea was streaked with a strange blue-green front and birds accompanied us all the way. We superficially visited the Muizenberg cave and held our picnic by the path after failing to find protection from the gale.

Bergies* were asleep on a ledge, wrapped in colorful blankets. Ironically, rock climbers were tackling a nearby wall, clashing contrast of chic leisure vs absolute poverty.

False Bay seen from Silvermine

(* Bergie is a nickname for homeless people living on Table Mountain, from the Afrikaans word berg, “mountain”.)










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