Cape Town.

The airhostess was Afrikaans. A blond girl named Sanette. She was grumpy. Fed up. Looked as though all she wanted was a cigarette. Maybe her boyfriend dumped her. She threw her toys out the cot at some particularly stupid people. It was all very entertaining. She had a pink elastic in her hair which clashed a tremendous amount with her oversized orange mango uniform. She had big blue eyes. And they grew in size the more frustrated she became. There were two people behind us, they smelled like cattle. My dad said it brought back memories of his childhood growing up on a farm. The two people did not sit down, they were mother and son and they were the most confused I have ever seen people in my life. There was a guy (whom I actually know… Julian… some of you know him. I didn’t say hello, I know he does not have high regards of human beings in general, but in particular, people who are friendly towards him, I pretended I did not recognize him.) Julian sat by the window and the confused people had to sit too, but there could not work out who should sit in the middle or the isle. The blond girl had veins throbbing around her eyes as the blood pumped to the muscles which held them in their sockets. They sat down half way through lift off.

The lady next to me who had the window refused to swap seats despite my complaints of claustrophobia. She had so much hand luggage that it ended up mostly on top of me. Mango has these little TV things which play for the entire flight. They’re not loud enough to be understood but they are they are loud enough to annoy anyone with out a very bad hearing condition. My friend Byron was on the little TV. That made me happier. Although I couldn’t make out what he was saying.

The mountain from the back is not flat. I just want every one to know that. They also light it up during night time. Which is freaking cool but also so very stupid! Ridiculous, it made me laugh how I would laugh at a beautiful girl admiring her face ina mirror in public. So vein and so stupid, but freaking cool. There is a little cloud that sits on the hill… there are no other clouds, not even one, but on this mountain, there is a cloud. And the wind blows at 100ks an hour but this stupid little cloud goes no where. I think that they have lights for night time and a smoke machine for the day time “Look at our mountain!” Bloody Capetonians and your stupid flipping random hill!

I have seen coloured people.. not that many though, and a lot of Indian people too which was interesting. I saw seals that was cool, but I have yet to see a squirrel, which is the only reason I moved here.

Staff are much more friendly than any other person here. The other people seem very bitter about something. I’m not sure what, I’d like to find out.

Every girl in this town is a 6 foot blond beauty with huge tits and stunning features, they are all also aspiring actors. I don’t feel defeated though, I think because it’s still early days, besides, I think I’m more friendly, which might not get me work, but it does mean that I don’t look like a beautiful blond sucking on a lemon.

I have not seen a single gay person. Perhaps I’m looking in the wrong areas.

I know my way home already from Long street.

I’m fetching my pink scooter on Wednesday.

I cleaned my carpet today. It was rather dirty.

I need a lamp.

I miss Durban a lot.

I miss my animals.

I’ve been eating absolute junk. It also costs a lot more.

I can’t find a post office.

There are not many brunettes here.

I want to see the beach but its really windy.

The sun sets at 9 o’clock.

I miss Jimmy.

I miss my band.

It’s only been two days.