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sidonius5 · 1 year
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haveyoubeentothiscity · 2 months
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Population: 4,770,313
Note that Cape Town is called Kaapstad in Afrikaans and iKapa in isiXhosa. Thank you to the submitter for providing.
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nonnienautskie · 4 months
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🌅At the End of the Day…
…what matters most is the relationships we cherish.
Have a great evening everyone 💋💋
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enjoying-life-now · 30 days
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Chapman’s Peak Drive, towards Hout Bay, South Africa 🇿🇦
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bloggin-by-zia · 2 years
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cape town, south africa | part three
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kabokhaya · 2 months
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Camps bay.
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aurorawest · 10 months
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The view from Table Mountain
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travelbinge · 2 years
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By Emmett_Sparling
Cape Town, Western Cape, South Africa
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tinylilemrys · 1 year
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stressed? have some beach noises 💙 🌊
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lost-lycaon · 2 months
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Cape Town with Table Mountain.
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sidonius5 · 1 year
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onthedaily · 1 year
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gleefullydabbles · 2 months
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South Africa’s West Coast National Park; a lesson in stumbling well
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From 2022- 2023, I spent a year in Cape Town through the Princeton in Africa Fellowship program. During those sunny days between Table and Lion’s Head Mountain, I visited West Coast National Park twice. The first time was filled with mistakes, mishaps, and silly American tourist vibes, but in the end, the missteps were steps forward, nonetheless. I did look up the park on the computer before our trip; I was excited at the sight of the miles and miles of untouched flower fields, excited for the potential for Instagram greatness. I grabbed my best friend and booked an Uber, sure that those were the only two ingredients for another great CPT adventure. Boy, did I miss a few things. For one, my timing was less than perfect. I had a pool party at my place planned for the same day; I was moving out of my scenic suburban neighborhood (more on that later) to head back to OBZ, and wanted to commemorate the time I spent just below the glorious Table Mountain by gathering a few close friends with a few Savannahs. Meaning, this trip to the park had to go seamlessly. But as I find often with life, there were many, many seams. For one, Just as we arrived at the park and waited in the long line of cars full of families, we found out the hard way that there was no walking allowed in the park, which was not said on the park website (or maybe its in fine print somewhere). So we had to call back our Uber driver who was already miles away at this point, which lost us about a half an hour. After waiting in line for a second time, we bought our tickets, and one for the Uber driver, and finally enjoyed the splendor of the West Coast National Park. But, I couldn’t truly enjoy it. While I was amongst the most beautiful fields of purple, yellow, and orange wildflowers, a scene that was only open to the public for two months out of the year, my mind was on the time. While I tried to let go and enjoy the fields and the flowers and my friend, the clouds of worry just wouldn’t leave my mind. I was hosting a party in just a few hours all my friends would be outside my house waiting for me, how could I relax and smell the flowers when we still had to stop at the grocery store? Preoccupied, ill-prepared, and anxious to be the perfect hostess, none of my pictures came out good. We hit a ton of traffic coming home, but managed to rush to the grocery store and arrive at my front door with only two of my party guests arriving on time, chatting on a tree stump outside. The party was a hit. My new friends, coworkers, and favorite barista united for a fun night of “deep chats”, and I felt loved and accomplished for having spent a year with people who get me. But I couldn’t have that be my last time amongst those flower fields. A month later me and the bestie tried again, this time armed with experience. We left our home before the park even opened. I packed three different cameras, determined to capture South Africa’s splendor in all her glory. With time to take our time, we explored the park, stopping to admire herds of horned animals, and even parking our car to let a turtle pass on the road. We sat on the beach, modeled with bags of special South African snacks, and sported our shiny plastic sunglasses. We posed amongst the flowers, commemorating what was truly the best year of my life thus far, right before I headed to the airport. I would not have gotten to this wonderful point without having the gall to be naive and gung-ho the first time. Even though I still struggle with being okay with making mistakes, this experience taught me how necessary they are in ultimately finding your footing. Mistakes are progress. And progress is good. So like I said, missteps are steps nonetheless. 
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No place like home...
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bloggin-by-zia · 2 years
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cape town, south africa | part four
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kabokhaya · 2 months
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Hello Cape Town... 27 Febuary 2024.
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