This post is part 12 of a series of stories recounting all the ups and downs of my ~6 year journey around the world to all seven continents and seven seas.
After a rocky visit to Mozambique, we arrived in Cape Town for an overnight stay.
It was the first port in about a month that was a large, international hub and wasn’t in an underdeveloped country, and the difference was night and day.
Cape Town is clearly a tourist magnet, and for good reason.
There are endless activities to do, countless restaurants, shopping, and various sightseeing tours galore.
Oh, and then there are the views.
Like many truly iconic landmarks, Table Mountain offers breathtaking, unparalleled views of the city and waters to remind you of how uniquely beautiful this place is.
A driving tour brought us to the Cape of Good Hope, which is Africa’s south-westernmost point as well as Cape Point on the opposite end of the peninsula.
The short walks and hikes were more than enough to satisfy my ocean-loving soul with endless views of the ocean for miles, knowing that the only land more south than where I was was Antarctica.
It was the farthest south in the world I’d been until then and I mentally marked it off as a personal achievement.
I spent the evening dancing yet another night away in a gay club in the city’s rainbow district and I may as well have been back in San Francisco.
The city’s bustling waterfront boardwalk and range of diversity reminded me of sights and sounds that I feel most at ease with, which is being surrounded by people of all backgrounds and languages.
I realized that a place where I blend in not because everyone is like me in appearance, culture, or experiences, but because we’re all different in so many ways, is where I feel most at home.
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