Capetown is a beautiful town. The stunning view of the table mountains steep clim wrapped in clouds greets you to the beauty ahead. As drive out to the roads, the view of the white clouds curling itself around the edge of the cliff is greatly stunning. The mountain strechtes all the way down to the Atlantic Ocean (or is it Indian), like an young girl splashing her feet playfully in water. The drive from Airpot to hotel adds to the contrasting charm of the city.
There are small beautiful villas, edged by tall pine trees with branches exploding right at the top of a tall thick stem, dotting the slope of the hills. Then there are shanties here and there, tall unattractie buildings which kind of looks un-maintained, with the port with its tall carnes visible kind of breaking the beach into two and the view too.
The hotel, in a small gully, was a charming small villa turned into a beautiful hotel. First time for me to step into a hotel like this. The doors were closed, like I assume for any house and no bell boy waiting at the entrance. The calling bell was answered by an average build dark african young man, who was fatter around the middle probably, late 30s, answered the bell with a warm smile and a lot of greetings, "how are you, how was your travel, Do you like the weather, Is there anything I can take from the taxi".
We were made to sit a small study with two English style couches put on opposite side of small old now unused fireplace. The formalities did take some time. My room was like an elegant bed room in any apartment with huge bed with twisted iron rods decorating the sides and a small working table and a compact ward-robe.
I could drink directly from the tap water. I was not used to this. Because in my part of the world you need to either boil water before drinking or buy bottled water. The water tasted great. Not sure if it was for good or bad. The tv was a surprise. Hardly any channels that you want to watch. The restaurent was simple and was offering only western food. That was good for 3 days. Anything more I assume I would have started suffocating on the meal.
Everyone I came across were tourists. Hardly any business travellers. In the entire hotel there were me and my colleague wearing suits. Rest of them were either in their jeans or short slacks. Everyone sported a camera, if we missed that we were the odd one out.
The meetings were stiff formal and easy to manage.
I think the best part was a meal at an ethiopain reastuarent. It was just what i would have in India, Kerala. There was large appam with a about 6 dishes on top, all with very similar tastes to what I have back home. Sliced rolled appam were served in a basket. We could eat it exactly the way we are used to. Hand and dipping it in the dish. How the hell these foods are so similar is something that I am keen on to know. Probably the orothodox christian churches in both part of the countries may have something to explain.