Cape Town, My City.

Keeping it cool.

I came to Cape Town in 2003 to study Sound Engineering, being a music fanatic and all. Pressed for time and accommodation, I moved into a flat without even meeting the person I was going to spend a lot of enclosed time with. What a big mistake. My brother and I got all my stuff on our lorry, and were on our way to my new home.

Along the way, the lorry broke down on the highway and we had to wait for someone to come and help us. We decided to unload one of the couches and leisurely watched the car’s go by while waiting. It was quite funny; some drivers could not for the life of them understand what the hell we were doing. Needless to say, we got help and I successfully moved into the flat.

I was under the impression that the living arrangement included me and just one other girl. Imagine my surprise when I walked into the television room and saw that this girl’s boyfriend renovated it into a room for him, bunk beds and all! I am a very laidback person, so decided not to make an issue out of this. Later on, it wasn’t that much fun, regardless that he was not paying one cent of rent; they cuddled up in front of the TV every night and whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ear, which made me want to hurl seven kinds of vomit. The only place in the flat where my stomach could settle was in my extremely small room.

I decided that it was payback time; I pasted the most revolting Slipknot poster on my door and listened to death metal while they were watching they’re horrible soapies. They didn’t directly complain, but made it very clear that it was frowned upon. I couldn’t care less; I was partially paying for her boyfriend to stay there, so each to its own. If I can give you some advice, make damn sure that you know what you’re letting yourself in for when you move into Cape Town accommodation with someone.