Cape Town frequently gets voted as one of the world’s most beautiful cities. I think it is a combination of mountains, ocean and charming buildings that does the trick for most. I do official know the reasons to visit Cape Town which make it so very appealing. I remember a time when I was incredibly grateful to have a commute with either a mountain or an ocean view, I tend to not be awed by the city’s beauty anymore. I lived there for too long and with that, I think came a mix of taking it for granted and also being able to look behind the scenes. The traffic is still horrid, all charming buildings are owned by white people and the mountain regularly burns because people are assholes.
People like hotels that feel like home. I disagree. Strongly. While I technically don’t have a home right now, I think the whole point of staying in a hotel is that it ain’t like home. I want crisp linens and someone who makes my bed (a habit I have not gotten into ever not even as an adult), I love a minibar and pretend it’s always free, and I love making a mess within 5 minutes because I know I can leave the next day and will just move said mess into my suitcase.
No, really, I don’t mind that hotels are nothing like a home. Having that said, though, there are some I would like to make my home.
I did not stay in Ubud for very long and only realized that it definitely hadn’t been long enough when it was too late. Ubud is quite wonderful and despite being very touristy I immediately liked its vibe and its restaurant scene.
Honestly, I was not a big fan of Indonesian food in general, but Ubud may as well have been on a different planet – the food options were amazing and I was sad not to get to eat everywhere I wanted. Or to eat certain dishes again and again. Yes, I’m looking at you, Gado Gado!
I am sitting in the same spot I sat almost a year ago. It is one of my happy places, my cousin’s house in Hout Bay. I spent a few weeks here last year in this house that is always full and usually loud – I love it. I would curl up in the corner of her couch and write. I didn’t mind the background noises of 5+ kids, countless cats, and dogs including Lizzie, the bullterrier. In fact, the lack of solitude always seems to inspire rather than annoy me.
On January 26th, 2016 I received an email titled “Die Kunst des Alleinreisens” – The Art of Traveling Solo. An editor of the prestigious Rowohlt Verlag in Germany asked me if I might be interested in writing a book about solo travel for them. My immediate reaction was to send an email back titled “are you fucking kidding me?!”.