After 3 minutes of novelty I was bored out of my mind and found that there were more rooms that were way more interesting. There was a secluded spider room that ALSO had in it a gorgeous Hisser Roach colony. It was filled with shiny, active healthy roaches like I'd never seen before. The U needs to heed my warnings about not feeding their colony properly (their only constant food source is the bed of roach carcasses). In retrospect, I should have stolen that pale one. You know, to study it.
Because I phrased my blog about things I wanted to SEE in South Africa, I've now crossed off Giant Land Snails. I still want to hold one, though. They also had some phasmids that looked intimidating.
There were free-roaming marmosets as well as ducks/chickens/geese and an asshole cat. The marmoset, though ate raw meat (my ear), was my favorite. Well, later I saw the shop-cat biting some school kids, so maybe it redeemed itself a little there (again, TIA- as here you're on your own should you decide to pet a shop-cat).
No, we weren't supposed to touch the animals, but the cat bit ME, and the marmoset jumped onto my shoulder and licked my camera, so I did nothing wrong. I may have held a few of the Hissers too....so I didn't do much wrong.
Yesterday a friend and I rode into Cape Town on a white horse. By "White Horse," I mean the train. Part of the train riding routine, is that we parked out bikes far enough away from the train station as to be safe from thieves, then walked to the station. It's not safe to leave bikes tied up there, apparently. Although the station on this end of things was pretty low-tech the station in CT had been revamped recently, due to The World Cup. The round-trip first class ticket (meaning we had guaranteed seats) cost about $3.25 US.
At the CT station, if you go to the bathroom, there's a lady seated behind glass as you enter. She'll give you toilet paper and, should the need arise, condoms. There's no toilet paper in the stalls, due to massive theft. That was new.
Walking around Long Street (like you do), we found this place called, Mr. Pickwick's that looked charming as all-hell and went in. They had a page of milkshakes and appetizers that were just bowls of olives, so each of our needs were met instantly. Along with the breakfast, we got regular cups of coffee that turned out, for me anyway, to be the best I've ever had. Thick, smooth, dark but not bitter. Turns out it's a special blend made for them by a chap from the Congo and is a blend of 5 types of coffee (though, I was quoted 6 types, I didn't want to argue). It's on my list this week to get an espresso machine, then when I go back, to buy or steal as much of it as I can.
After that, we walked around more, got some piercings, presents for people back home as well as some local drugs- you know, standard tourist stuff. Next week we hit up the tattoo shops. Any suggestions?
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