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I document my adventures in travels around the world
and my everyday life in Los Angeles.
None can see that I’m crying

None can see that I’m crying

When I woke up Wednesday my two German room mates were also in the room, so we started to talk and share our stories. When they found out that I just started to write a blog about this journey, one of the girls got genuinely exited, picked up her phone and asked me to give her the name of my webpage. I was just about to tell her when I suddenly remembered I had written that the German girls probably worked in the porn industry in my blog post yesterday.

I’m such a bad person!!

And she was so nice!! I told her I hadn’t written anything yet and thought about removing the comment about them on the blog. But I decided not to do it. Because I still think I’ve seen them in one of those movies…

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Later that day I had a long conversation with the older lady living in our room too. She is from South Africa, around 70 years old and have been traveling around the world for almost 40 years. That is so cool. She’s been in 150 different countries. Four times in Norway. Last year she visited Trondheim. She always travels by her self and stay in hostels so she can connect with people. She told me she refuses to talk to people who hasn’t traveled   Awesome lady!

It’s been raining a lot more than what I thought I paid for. And it’s been freezing cold too. But it’s fine. I love rain. Then no one can see that I’m crying. It just sucks that I didn’t bring more warm cloths. Luckily it cleared up around noon and then I took a stroll down to Long Street to do a little sightseeing. I asked if it was safe for me to walk around by my self there at day time and got thumbs up. I’ve heard so many terrible and grotesque stories about assault and rape here in South Africa (that I don’t even want to write about) and after the security guard followed us to the bar the other day, I can’t help but feel a little nervous when someone suddenly pops up a little bit too close to me – even at day time. I’ve been in ”dangerous” countries as Brazil, Ecuador, El Salvador and Colombia too – where I’ve also heard lots of crazy stories, but I can’t remember that I felt like the way I do now before. I really can’t seem to put my finger on what it is either, because all the people I’ve met so far are super nice and helpful. Maybe I’ll feel different about it when I get to a smaller town. Also, I have only been here for two days!! Haha!

For dinner I found a great newly opened restaurant in my neighborhood called Tiger’s Milk. The food was amazing, the sun was shining and life felt pretty good. Later I hung out at the rooftop bar at the hostel with other travelers, but I didn’t stay up late as I’m leaving Cape Town early tomorrow morning.

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Baz Bussing through the Garden Route

Baz Bussing through the Garden Route

Touchdown Cape Town

Touchdown Cape Town