Dear “Addicted to Africa Diary”....The house warming went off with a bang, although I think my cat (named after the Spice Island of Zanzibar - "Zanz" for short) was a bit freaked when the fireworks started. I was in seventh heaven, as I must have saved at least £50 quid on my usual bar tab (London beer prices, who needs them!!!), but it wasn’t just the travel kitty that had a glint in its eye. Once the rockets started exploding, I closed my eyes and started reminiscing over my last New Year’s Eve in Cape Town. It was a meteoric event of mammoth proportions so how could I forget. We decided to catch up with the vibe at a rooftop party in the V&A Harbour with around 2,500 other people. Yes, just a small gathering!
Despite the entrance fee it was a real buzz, beers being (from memory!!!) only a pound. I don’t think our small display could quite beat the fireworks that night – the sky was constantly ablaze with colour, reds, blues, greens and yellows shooting into the ether. Table Mountain was outlined in the distance and still a pretty impressive sight, even under cover of darkness.
People weren’t just partying in the clubs – the streets were filled with New Year revelers. If there’s one thing I discovered, it’s that the South African’s sure know how to put on a party, and I was glad that I’d decided to end my overland trip with a city stay. While a great night was had by all on our first housewarming (we’re thinking of making this a regular event), Africa, I’m still missing you…
Amelia Smith...
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