Cape Town: Post-race
That afternoon I washed my clothes with a washing machine. This was and still is a big deal to me. It was a process: waiting hours to get the tokens, then having to walk to a shop to purchase soap, waiting for the washer to be vacant… but my clothes were super muddy and I figured it would be totally worth it. It was.
An aside: As I write this I am soaking a load of laundry that I previously washed two days ago. That had been the second time I’d washed my clothes using a sink hole near our fields. We had been without rain and water for quite a while. I do not want the kiddos to have to schlep water from the river up the hill to the homestead for me to wash my clothes so I opted to wash at the sink hole. It seems clean enough and I am pretty sure the snails I pick out are not carriers of anything. Anyway, later on that day we got an amazing storm. It filled our tanks and barrels…and hearts. It also soaked my clothes. This is nothing out of the ordinary, especially in the summer, and we all just consider it a second rinsing. Today however, I noticed something that was out of the ordinary. Nearly all of my clothes had been targeted and bombed by birds. I guess I needed some adversity thrown in to balance out the gifted water.
Anyway, I liked being able to use a washing machine aaaaand more importantly the dryer.
Once I had my clothes all nicely packed away I decided that I should get some food. It was around suppertime anyway. I headed down to the waterfront area and watched the people as I ate a strawberry frozen yogurt, get this, in a waffle cone! I walked around to nearly every single restaurant there and looked at menus, seating areas, view, etc. hoping to be inspired enough to choose one. I walked by a pizza place and got a big floppy piece of “Deluxe.” It really shouldn’t have been called “deluxe” but it was tasty enough and I hadn’t decided where to eat yet anyway. I walked around for quite a while looking at more seafood options until I found myself at McDonald’s ordering a McChicken and a large fry. Don’t judge me, it was great and McDonald’s has class in SA. It’s also a lot more expensive.