I met a baboon. Multiple baboons.
You know the scene at the beginning of The Sound of Music when Julie Andrews comes out of nowhere over a hill? Imagine those hills, but rougher, rockier, and full of more plants. Then plop some ostrich and antelope, combine it with Santa Monica, and the Homer Spit in Alaska, and you have Cape Town.
UCT orientation kicked off this morning at 8AM for a bus tour of the Cape. Some parts were certainly more interesting than others, and the excessive rain was not appreciated. We stopped to see penguins, later in a small poor-as-can-be beach town landing in a run down community center when the "youth of the city" performed various "acts" for our entertainment following a very questionable lunch. I went to the Cape of Good Hope, the most Southwest point in Africa and even though we walked through rain and occasional harassment from baboons to get there, the view was well worth it.
The baboons are seriously no joke. They are actually the most coordinated, intelligent animals I have ever seen first hand. They like to grab purses and run with them to see if there is any food. One came very close to consuming a tampon. As ugly as they are, the babies are precious.
Yesterday I went to a rugby game. No domedogs here, the snacks of preference are - the unlikely combination - of meat sticks and doughnuts.
Real orientation starts tomorrow, schedule is booked 10AM-8PM, hoping for no rain.
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