So a few people decided to go to this place in Camps Bay, a very similar beach town to Santa Monica or something like the SoCal scene. It was rather quiet when we arrived, and an absolute scene when we left. Bottle service commenced, joints were rolled, and lots of American dancing, which undoubtedly consisted of cranking out a few Zumba / Jazzercise moves. Of course I felt the need to ditch being a part of the American cult and make friends with the DJ (thanks Dad for raising me where chillin out in the sound booth is normal) and his friend who turned out to be the club manager. Needless to say it paid off being friendly and I got a few drinks delivered on the house, including a promise for welcoming recognition next time I decided to go back.
Attempted UCT orientation today which was a complete fail for most who participated. My sole purpose was to get a campus tour, annnnd that was definitely not in the cards. But the campus is beautiful, literally a city on a hill. Pictures to follow.
One thing I learned today, I'm going through culture shock. But not because I'm in South Africa, but because I'm surrounded by American students from the East Coast. Prior to this trip, as far east as I was familiar with was Michigan.
One thing I learned today, I'm going through culture shock. But not because I'm in South Africa, but because I'm surrounded by American students from the East Coast. Prior to this trip, as far east as I was familiar with was Michigan.
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