"Shouldn't you be at home voting?"

Was the first thing the bus guide from Robben Island said when he heard their were Americans on the bus. There were 3 of us. All of us already did.

Today I woke up and did a hot yoga class that was unexpectedly intriguing. It was as if I was taking my favorite yoga teacher in San Diego's class with a few stark differences and some poses I had never done before. I spent that hour with very minimal thought other than, "Wow this is strange."  After yoga I attempted to go to Table Mountain but the winds were too high so they were not letting anyone up. 

That meant an earlier than expected arrival today at the conference. I had planned to go just a few hours later. I got there and found a lot of prostates. Both in the people that were in attendance and in the lectures. In fact almost ALL prostates. Not having one and not doing anything with them this could only result in one action: socializing with some of the attendees and signing up for a wine tour, because if you are attending it with the conference that is the same as being at the conference right? 

The meeting was only a half day so after the session concluded I walked to the Victoria and Albert waterfront.

The waterfront is the original Victorian Harbor and is bustling with people. It has everything a waterfront should have including: restaurants, shops, live music, and a ferris wheel. It was here that I discovered biltong. This is an unjust comparison but it is kind of like beef jerky however this stuff is dive in a barrel of is and eat your way out delicious. It is not dry or overly salty. It is cured meat perfection times a billion. Why don't we have this in the U.S.? Why isn't this it's own food group and considered vital to our survival????

So I wouldn't eat all the biltong I bought for a snack in less than 15 seconds like I was in some kind of food competition, I immediately took myself to lunch.

I asked for a suggestion from the biltong man (since obviously if he creates things like biltong every thing he associates with is bound to be INCREDIBLE). He sent me to a seafood restaurant called Quay 4. I had the Kingkslip and prawns grilled with a salad and it was great (sadly my standards on food have been immeasurably raised do to my discovery of biltong).

After lunch it was time for my tour of Robben Island, which for the sake of readability I am going to blog about separately.  After Robben Island I ended my day with traditional African food Pa (a corn based paste that you get to eat with your hands. Hip hip hooray finger food!) + chicken and Boba tea at the food market at the Waterfront. I attempted to go to bed early but instead exceeded my wifi limit following the election. Thank you Huong, John, mom and Hannah. Hopefully I will be able to sweet talk the hotel that it was necessary that I use almost 2 GB of data last night.