Last week was a week off and I headed to Cape Town. And fell head over heels in love with the city; awesome mountains, white sand beaches, funky bars and beautiful people. Basically a completely different world (or at least a country) to Ingwavuma.
Or so it appears on the surface. However scratch it with a township tour (not quite as naff as you might imagine, although did feel a little uncomfortably like being on safari in people's homes) and I realised that South Africa's problems are widespread, they're just hidden a little better in some places.
And I also began to understand why so many of the mothers leave their small babies in the rural areas with their gogos rather than taking them to the city where they work; 17 people living in a small room is not an ideal place to bring up your child.
The rest of the week however I managed to ignore all social guilt (except the guilt of laughing at a couple of tourists who managed to get three, count them, three, baboons stuck in their car) by exploring the delights of Cape Point, Franschoek, Constantia and the Waterfront.
All too quickly it was back to the Vuum, and after 2 days (and half an on call) it feels all too familiarly like I was never away.
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