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)”

Maboneng (Ossington)

For a second my mind wandered, and I thought I was on Toronto’s Gardiner Expressway, down by the old industrial buildings close to the lake. But the lake was missing. Maboneng: place of light. Hipsters’ paradise. Even us social justice folks have to admit when a place looks cool. Feels cool. Oozes cool. We don’tContinue reading “Maboneng (Ossington)”

Often Alone. (Solo Dolo)

I was 19 when I travelled alone for the first time. Cuba. I had been “back” to the Caribbean with my parents throughout my childhood and adolescence so travelling wasn’t foreign to me. I had discussed a trip with friends, but as the date approached, people dropped off. I had to make the decision toContinue reading “Often Alone. (Solo Dolo)”