There is a 30km stretch of road that I've traveled for seven years. It's that stretch between the perennially green and leafy suburbs of Cape Town, and the somewhat more transient dunes of the Cape Flats. You know the stretch, I'm sure...
It starts about a quarter of the way up the Devil's Peak slope, meanders a little around the Mowbray golf course, straightens out over Jan Smuts, Vanguard and Duinefontein, starts to wobble again as it passes the airport and from there it's up and over the bridge at Borcherd's Quarry. Past the airfields, under the R300, and eventually the stretch seeps into Khayelitsha via Mew Way, Spine and Baden Powell Drive.
Aaah, you remember...
So I've spent some time here. From brief sojourns to epic journeys, with friends and without. Since I'll be traveling this non-metaphorical road for the foreseeable future, I figured I might as well write about it. Not the road so much (I'm not sure how many people would find the speckles of the N2 particularly thrilling) but about the people, the relationships, the geets*.
*For those of you not in the know, geets can be defined, very roughly ofcourse, as "situation"
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