They say Cape Town was founded by the Dutch.
The Dutch, on their way to the East Indies to shop for spices, needed a refreshment station.
On the most southern coasts of Africa, the Dutch saw a gorgeous mountain shaped like a table. The Dutch decided to take a seat at the mountain. I mean at the table.
Take a sip.
Thus was born the colony of the Cape of Good Hope.
A shore splashed by transoceanic influences.
A place that soon gained fame from its scents, flavors, fabrics and spirits.
The click of the tongue, the smoke of the dagga. The Khoikhoi. The San.
The fold of the batik, the dome of the kramat. The Malay. The Indonesian.
The Indian spice. Have some soup.
The French wine. Take a sip.
The Dutch boat. The Dutch gun.
Tie this diverse bundle with rope.
Tie it up like the slave that you grope.
Thus was built the colony of the Cape of Good Hope.
A lesser-known slave society that undoubtedly paved the way for apartheid South Africa.
Cheers. Cheers to what? Well I'm not sure, cuz South Africans say "cheers" as in "goodbye".
So cheers. Goodbye slavery. Goodbye apartheid.
Hello democracy. Welcome one of our world's most segregated city. Equal rights, different roofs.
But let's not talk about inequalities and divisive topics. Cape Town doesn't need bad publicity.
Cape Town needs visitor's money, Cape Town is the heart of the party.
Take a sip.
And another sip.
Aaand anooootheeer siiiiiiip.
Like I did.
Eish my bru. If you only knew how drunk Cape Town got me.
Alcohol is no divisive shit. It unites people.
And quart after quart, shot after shot, glass after glass, I think I got to seize the importance liquor has.
Every community you may find around town prides itself for having the best, not to say heaviest, drinkers.
Their party know-how is tested at every occasion.
A braai that often involves very little meat.
An after-church family gathering.
A Tuesday in. A Friday out.
Payday. Yes, payday…
But not only did I get drunk on alcohol -cuz now you're probably thinking Capetonians are crazy alcoholics and this is bad publicity too- but I also got drunk on all that the city has to offer. You can't be moderate in Cape Town.
Got drunk on that wind that could rip your scalp off.
Got drunk on that ocean that reminds you Antarctica is far but not too far.
Got drunk on that traffic that makes you curse the taxi you're not in for doing its job.
Got drunk on that traffic that makes you bless the taxi you're in for doing its job.
Got drunk on the nice views.
Got drunk on the good and bad news.
Got drunk on the people who are too warm to be called cold.
And truth be told, props to them all, the young, the drunk, the old, Cape T-own is just bold.
Take a sip.
Cheers to that.