There is a Trailer Park on the Roof.

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No really it is the truth. It is also my hotel's shtick. They had 8 or so Airstream trailers flown in from the US and then turned them into luxury suites on the rooftop of the hotel, which also has a fun bar and an open air movie theater. 

Today I felt queasy upon awakening. I had to be at the convention center for a course so I sucked it up and headed in. The course like the rest was really good. I left right after though because queasy had progressed to standing up with effort and what felt like a fever. I decided to Uber the 10 min walk to the hotel as I was walking out and started having intense stomach cramps. I barely made it to my hotel room. It was that hallmark crampy, sweaty, nauseated you should sprint but also stay as still as possible simultaneously feeling where there is no win. This is also when the hottest guy or gal alive decides to say hello or someone you know whose feelings will be deeply hurt if you don't have meaningful conversation just pops up in front of you (Hi! So good to run into you...). This time mine was the very nice lady at the front desk trying to tell me about Table Mountain. I squeaked out "Thanks" in the only voice I had at the time which likely reeked of #dontcare as I kid pool walked/ran (You know the move kids pull at the pool when they need to get the other side immediately but they aren't allowed to run. Adults do it too. It is as close as you can get to sprinting yet staying completely motionless).  

After all of that I decided to lay down. I rested for 2 hours but was unable to sleep so I convinced myself that maybe I would be able to run it out. Well you can imagine how that went. If you can't: Not well. I made it back to the hotel without crawling or punching myself in the stomach on the street, both wins really. Next up: A warm shower would surely do the trick and it did help a little bit. It was getting to be return to conference time and I hadn't eaten since 5 PM the day before and I was supposed to take my antimalarials with food. Blarrrrrrghhhh.

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I did the only rational thing. I sought out a vegetarian juice bar. Luckily the San Diego of Africa didn't fail me and there was one in walking distance called The Orchard. After a ginger shot and a few sips of green juice (it had spirulina and that fixes everything so I am told) I could stand, however eating the sandwich and lemon date ball I got to go was not even a thought.

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There was definite improvement because I could now walk and did so to the conference. I again presented and then attended the next session. Prior to the start of my session the guy in charge of the posters told me that his dream was to move to LA and make it in the "business". I asked him if he wanted to be an actor. He said he wasn't sure.  

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After the conference I headed to the Waterfront to meet up with Paula. I wandered around and window shopped until Paula arrived. She decided that we could make sunset in Camp's Bay (a swanky very wealthy section of Cape Town) so off we went. 

We made and ran to the beach and immediately got sandblasted. Literally. Do you remember those gale force winds I have been talking about? Those were happening on the beach. Days later and 2 hair washes I am still picking grains of sand out of my hair.

After sunset we continued on to the food market at Hout Bay which has live music on Friday nights.

The food was delicious. I got a springbok salad and Paula got the gemsbok burger.

The music was great. The woman singing covered Nirvana, Cold Play, Guns 'n Roses, Amy Winehouse. And the company was the best. Paula and talked about everything under the sun including our future trips and goals. 

Closing out another good day, Paula and I said goodbye until we meet again hopefully sooner than five years.