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So Cape Town wasn’t ALL bad. I mean, nobody tried to mug me there…hehehe.
Seriously, though. Once I got out of the city and started doing some outdoorsy kinds of things (like hiking up Table Mountain, cycling to Cape Point, and then walking to the Cape of Good Hope), my time in the city definitely brightened.
And I have to say, the other tourists there also made me OK with the place. They were just plain good company. Even though, I did wake up one night to find myself on a couch that had been moved to the hostel’s balcony…all moved as I slept quite peacefully, I might add. They even moved the coffee table for me, too. Crazy Brits.
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Maybe they moved the couch outside because you snore?
Ah…no snoring…I do do other (probably annoying/funny) things in my sleep. But no snoring.