It has been a slow week, no thanks to the weather. Cape Town is an awesome city, but when the weather is bad there’s not a lot to do. And the winters are rainy and unpredictable.
I noticed we got a newspaper delivered to our house, and was casually perusing it. For some reason I assumed news in South Africa would be similar to American news (like with a focus on all the bad things that are happening) as opposed to Canadian news (with a focus on hockey players getting married). Instead, an entire page was devoted to this:
With amazing one-liners. I could not pick what my favourite was, but these couple of paragraphs were fairly solid:
And then, hidden away in a tiny corner of a newspaper was a blurb about someone getting stabbed. South African priorities, man. Monty the cat.
Exciting news aside, we got one nice day of weather on Wednesday, so I was able to go surfing in the morning before my rugby practice. It was still not awesome out, and there was one point where it seemed like a storm was going to hit while I was out on the water, but it passed by and kept the waves up, so I can’t complain too much. I got a shortboard from my rugby coach as well, so it’s time for me to channel my inner Bodhi. I really wish I could find the ‘lawyers don’t surf’ sound bite from Point Break, but the internet is failing me, so this Point Break compilation will ‘definitely’ do the trick (unless you haven’t seen Point Break in all its majesty, in which case, spoilers, and go watch it, because it is prime Keanu Reeves).
So other than my one day of surfing, this week was pretty uneventful, but luckily Rugby Championship fixtures are starting! South Africa played/destroyed Argentina Saturday evening, so a couple of us went down to the Fireman’s Arms, which is one of Cape Town’s oldest pubs, to watch the match. It’s an awesome place to watch sport – they have a couple projector screens and TVs from every angle, and the atmosphere was fantastic. And, since it is fireman-themed, they have a fireman’s pole that you can climb to write your name on the ceiling.
We Canadian law students can’t resist a challenge, so we had to climb the pole and immortalize ourselves in the Fireman’s Arms. And clearly, we wanted to do this properly, so we channelled our inner Britney Spears and went bare foot. In a pub.