Nostalgia, Already (Table Mountain)

The first time I peeled, I thought I was dying. I had just returned from Cuba. At first I chalked it up to dry skin, but the skin – my skin! – kept rubbing off with frightening ease. I showed my mother. “Oh, you’re just peeling. From the sun,” she had said. “Huh?” “You mustContinue reading “Nostalgia, Already (Table Mountain)”

Coloured (Cape Malay)

Cape Town feels like an island. You can definitely feel the proximity of the water, even when you can’t see it. I went searching for South African food shortly after arriving at my hotel in the CBD (Central Business District), but all I could find were chicken livers on fancy “international” menus. So I settledContinue reading “Coloured (Cape Malay)”