Welcome! says the customs lady. We are in. We are here. No problems, no single-multientry visa fuss. Nothing. Just a tiny stamp and there you go, there are some others waiting.
And then, out there: the sky, the air, thousand of scents hitting you. And the mountains. And the sea.
Cape Town, or more precisely the part we saw today (Sommerset
West), seems more like one of those american movie suburbs, with big houses of one floor in even bigger plots. All too quiet, too clean, too cool. So far not too much Africa. But still I like it.
This feeling that I will love Africa grows steadily.
More tomorrow. And with a motorbike.