I left Chicago at 1:50 on Tuesday, July 14th and arrived in Cape Town on 9:50 PM July 15th. I am terrified to fly. Anyone who knows me knows that my greatest fear is being sucked out of an airplane mid-flight, hence the reason I do not drink, eat or stand on flights, and this flight was no different. It may sound crazy and I fully recognize that my fear is composed of paranoia, but I don’t care. Twenty-two hours, 6 bendryl (for my nerves), and one near death experience “attempting” landing in Dakar, I arrived in Cape Town.
My first impression of Cape Town was just how beautiful the city is. They call Paris the city of lights, but that is only because they didn’t see Cape Town first. Driving at the bottom of Table Mountain to the hotel, you can see the entire city. The ocean view is magnificent even at night. This is going to be a good semester.
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