The mythical Table Mountain is the best known image of Cape Town
One of the negative consequences that the merger between Iberia and British Airways has had is that to go to South Africa from Madrid, you first have to fly more than two hours in the opposite direction to that of your final destination. Somebody explain this to migratory birds and then to me.
The fact is that after saying goodbye - on a Saturday night - of Spain via a big farra with friends in Madrid, I had to start my trip to South Africa via London Heathrow. It seems a trifle but it means adding almost five hours of flight to the most logical route.
The intense night cold penetrated the structure of Heathrow terminal 5 and I took shelter in a pub until we were called to board. I left behind a snowy London at the end of February to reach, eleven hours and 3 movies later, at a Cape Town bright and warm that welcomed me, for the first time in my life, to sub-Saharan Africa.
I had barely slept during the flight - I never do it - and my legs were pinched as I walked through the corridors of the airport to the baggage claim area. My backpack came out of the last ones and, for a moment, I was afraid to start the trip at the British suitcase lost office.
As soon as I arrived, the striking low-cost aircraft of African cost caught my attention: Mango.
I shared the first laughs in Africa with Martina -An Austrian girl who was part of our UN group invited to the Design Expo Indaba South African- and Irsha, our guide and driver.
Missing a member of the expedition that should have come on our flight, but it had been about half an hour since Martina and I had left the door and no sign of the Danish lad. In the end we saw a tall blond boy circling lost at the airport and it was him. The issue is that they had put a totally different name on the tablet that had Irsha. It also sounded Danish, but nothing to do with it.
And finally we ride in the van to Cape Town.
Going out into the street the heat stroke was not as hard as I expected, but it was for the eye. The Sun in South Africa not only heats, but also blinds. However, I did not want to wear my sunglasses so that I could appreciate the vivid colors of everything we saw.
Cape Town is a city of great contrasts.
Houses near the center of Cape Town. Great contrast in a few meters