When I go on holiday to somewhere I have never been before, I usually spend some of my time getting lost. I came across the magistrate’s court when I was looking for a Post Office which wasn’t really that useful for me.
The times I didn’t get lost I experienced:
- The Company’s Gardens (in which I sat and men kept talking to me and not just in English)
- The Slave Lodge (in which there was an eclectic mix of exhibitions on the first floor such as Victorian musical instruments, Victorian toys, Ancient Egyptians and an exhibition of paintings and artwork by members of a community marking some disaster that arose during apartheid – I’m not actually sure what this was as I was plunged into darkness by a member of staff switching the lights out before I could establish all the facts)
- The Gold of Africa Museum (in which they have a lot of gold)
- A café (at which they served a very nice homemade ginger beer)
- The Waterfront (at which I didn’t get arrested for loitering*)
- The Aquarium (in which they have very creepy looking creatures and were feeding the predators – grrrr**)
* Whilst waiting for stv to come and pick me up I plonked myself down on a bench and shortly after was approached by a man in an official looking outfit who asked me to move away. I don’t know why. I suspect something was going on in the building behind me as he was joined by two other official looking men and a dog.
** I know sharks and scary underwater beasts don’t go grrrr but I can’t type scary underwater beast noises.
