Still in capetown me hearties

These past few days I've been a bit homesick, bit lonely, and a serisouly cynical bastard. that being said I've met a lot of people who rock. I went to Robbins island today, the place where Nelson Medela was incarcerated for 18 of his 37 years. Our guide through the prison was a former inmate himself, he spent 5 years there. Just hearing this man talk was incredible, he was short perhaps no taller than 5'5" but you could just feel the power eminating from him. he showed us his cell block Block F, and the notorious Cell block C. Block C was where the prisoners were sent as punishment, completely dark, no lights anywhere except where the guards tortured people, and yes i do mean tortured, I'll spare you the details, but I asked our guide after the tour how he feels coming back there. he said that it is hard for him even now 30 years afterwards to go in there. And yet he holds no ill feelings towards the jailors, as he explained to us they were a product of the system, and it was a case of 'forgive them, they know not what they do.' The rest of the tour by bus was a bit hocky, like the guides script had a "pause for effect" line written after everything. That being said we saw springboks, a small antelope looking thing, and penguins. man it's weird seeing penguins just waddling around hundreds of meters from the ocean. one thing the guide told us that i still smirk just thinking about. Supposedly the tours on the island demanded a new bus, and in the hast of getting it out there screwed up the cables securing it to the chopper. So somewhere in the bay between CapeTown and the island lies a bus. Tomorrow I plan on climbing table mountain and going to the Two Oceans aquarium. Tomorrow night i'm shooting to go down the cape to Simon's town. My time is growing short. Sorry for not posting more frequently. I'll try to be better about that. Cheers (I've been hanging out with too many limeys.)