The out of towners are parked along the promenade. Luxury buses were dropping off hotel guests and the air was alive with activity. This is a good thing considering a few short months ago it didn't look like the city would recover from the violent looting.
But...
It means that the traffic has increased and I was getting cranky. Then I started to laugh.
Three weeks. Well, almost.
It has taken me only three weeks to feel like a local.
Except I am still not a fan of wind. This morning it seemed angrier, with gusts grabbing my hair, jacket and later my car.
Our walk this morning was tough going into the wind, but when we turned back it felt really pleasant. I still love being able to breakfast with the sea as my view, with it's choppy waves and fast spray.
After collecting my friend from the airport, we stopped at the quirky lunch venue that if closer, could have become my regular cafe. However the traffic coming back towards the city felt like Johannesburg at 15.55 and I am hoping that it is because of the Heritage day public holiday tomorrow and not the usual small town frenzy at the very busy tollgate.
I'm still not complaining, or am I? Haha, living my bucket list life x
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