Cape Town continued...

Saturday: so i'm a little exhausted from the last 2 days and i don't want to have to spend money. Everyone's planning to go out and do all this stuff, i pass. Then they tell me where we're going is free and we have a car. I'm like, cool, i'm down, sounds like my kind of day. The plan is to go to Cape Point, the most southern point in Africa and see the penguins. So we walked up the street to this guys house to get the truck. Its a bakkie so everyone gets in the back, me catie and stu are in the front, i have on white pants. Catie has the map directing sturu where to go. First we hit up a gas station just before the highway. We don't know what kind of gas it takes so we ask the attendent, he smells the tank and says regular unleaded. We get it and we're off. It feels so good to finally be in our own transportation, we're so used to public transport or hitching, this is refreshing. We're on the highway for about 20 mins, we're almost there. As we're getting off the car starts doing this put put shit. It starts turning off and not accelerating. Thankfully we're off the highway, but now we.re stuck in this traffic and the car keeps stalling everytime we stop. We start thinking its the gas. We pull over, about 20 miles from our destination, and call the owner. He says the car takes diesel. DAMN! None of us are mechanics and we don't know what to do. So we set off for a gas station. I'm like, can't we just sift it out with a hose and put diesel in? Apparently not. After walking about 3 miles to the nearest has station we find someone to tow the car there. The guy says he can't get it fixed until the car place opens on monday. We keep truckin. We were right in front of a train station so we went to buy tickets for the next town. The bus takes us as far as they can go, then we get out and walk. We walked dumb ass far to see penguins. Brisk walking up hella hills for like an hour. Nobody is trippin but me. This here is evidence of the blatant cultural differences in vacationing. Ain't no way i'm on vacation sweatin and hella tired. But here I am, wit my open minded ass, sweatin and tired. In my white pants, cute top and matching jewelry. Damn shame. We Finally reach this mutha and they tell us its 35 dollars! I'm hella mad now. We go in and out toward the beach just to see these sorry ass penguins. And everybody walkin by me talkin bout, aren't they so cute? Hell nah! Its just like my dad said, you try to step out your comfort zone, try to be adventurous, then you get fucked! This is NOT vacation. I don't give a damn about penguins! Then, thats it. We walk hella far back. About half way we stop for fish and chips. This was easily the best part of the day. It was a huge piece of fish and hella fries for like 30. We're all sitting around discussing how to get back. The waiter tells us not to take the train cuz we'll certainly get mugged. Its already dark. What are our option? We call this taxi service that tells us 450 a piece. Joke. We call a few more places, same deal. We start walkin back to the train station, in the dark, worried about how we're gonna get back to the city. Finally a cab from cape town says he'll come. Now we're at this sketchy, dark, cold train station. The guy showed up almost 2 hours later. Btw, we were 6 girls and 1 guy. The trip ended up being about 80 a person. I'm so glad this day is over. Sleep. Sunday: everybody is planning on going to robyn island, where mandela was, but it was too expensive and it ended up being closed anyway. They all left to go to the waterfront where there's a big mall. I stayed behind to take out my braids. I left early that morning to go find a decent hoodie, but no luck. Ah, well, may as well go to Mickey D's again. :) i went back to the hostel and stayed in the common area just watching tv and taking out my hair all day. I watched reality shows all day! I miss that. Vanessa comes in and watches tv with me. She asks if i'm getting dreads, i totally forgot about them. Then my mom calls and says my tax return just came in. Perfect timing! Cuz i am broke as a joke! So yes, now i can get my hair done. I throw on a bandanna and vanessa and i go out for pizza. Shots of jager to celebrate my new found wealth! Monday: the others leave for robyn island and i go around getting quotes for my hair. I hook up with catie for happy hour. I go back the the original place and book an appt for tuesday. The evening was great, we went to club carnival where the bartender was from kentucky and the owner was from Namibia, so cool. We got free shots and drank jam jars all night. Then we went for Mexican Food, the rest of this evening is blurry. I do remember eating chicken fajitas and they had CORONA! Tuesday i wake up early and go to get my hair done. I looked like buckwheat o the first day. So, naturally i left and bought a few hats. I met up with the others at the planetarium, we all fell asleep on this movie about the stars, hahaha. Then we went to this cute little diner for the burger specials. I didn't feel well so vanessa and i just chilled and watched tv the rest of the day. Wednesday: the group, except me and vanessa, decided to climb table mountain. Y'all aint doin this to me again. So V and I went shopping. I bought my first pair of skinny jeans. Yes this is a monumental moment in my life, you should know this, especially those of you who read my blog expecting to just hear about poor little African children. :) Of course, we go to Mickey D's, i got my nope pierced. And then, we found a SUBWAY! Get this: no metric system, 6in and footlongs all day AND its linked to a liquor store. At night they're open to each other. Thats perfect. That night somebody decided to get fancy so we went to this mozambiquiban/portuguese place. The food way good, but generally the place was lame. It was like the kind of people who talk about how refreshing it is to have an establishment as such. I would call them the post modern bohemians of ct. Or we can call them snobs, like they seem all committed to the grass roots, but they're not. Posers. Then we went club hoppin again, emily brown and her bf joined us. It was fun until this like Indian mafia guy was like super stalking me all night. He offered to buy us drinks, we refused. But then he had his big ass security guys watching me on the dance floor. It was getting really creepy, so we left. Went to a couple more clubs, Dasha met up with us. At this point there's about 10 members of the Dirty 30 in cape town. Thursday: me and vanessa had to go to the bus station early. We were out by 8 so we could get Mickey D's for b-fast. I got a big breakfast, 8 ash browns, and a mega mcmuffin: sausage, ham, egg, cheese, ketchup. We left by 10am aboard an 18 hour trip back to whk. The bus played Daddy's Little Girls and Hancock. We got in 630am the next morning. Maycation is a wrap. Term 2 begins.