Long Live The Sar

The past four days have passed by in a blur. One big, hazy, adrenaline-packed, fun blur. Tuesday - Camps Bay Rashad and I had breakfast at Cocoa Wah Wah, where I stayed to work until Chuck finished class. I demolished some Pragmatism reading and was sending some emails when BAM! a motorcyclist t-boned an SUV at the intersection in front of the cafe. I was working, heard the tires squeal, and looked up in time to see the whole crash happen. I don't think anyone was critically injured but the motorcyclist was definitely in pain and the people in the car were ok minus a few cuts. But it was a crazy experience to say the least and it simply illustrated that the drivers in this city may be the worst in the entire world. Speed limits are nonexistent, it is required to peel out after every stop light, pedestrians do NOT have the right of way, and hearing at least one cop car chase per night is about average. Post-crash I met up with Selcuk and we headed out to Camps Bay, a beach o

Sar's back in Africa and so it must be time for a new blog post! I arrived Cape Town, South Africa last Friday night for 8 days of uninterrupted fun, adventure, and bro-ing out with Selcuk and Rashad. The boys are set up in a great apartment less than five minutes from the bottom of the University of Cape Town (built on a massive hill so lower campus is still 5+ minutes and 1 bajillion feet in elevation from upper campus). The apartment is spacious but since they have very little stuff, it looks as though they're squatters and there is plenty of room for my mess. Friday Night/Saturday I arrived late on Friday night so we took it easy, going out for chicken at the local fast-food joint and then relaxing at the apartment. I awoke on Saturday to the sun streaming through the windows and this view (picture above). You can see upper campus UCT is the building highest up on the hill. We grabbed a quick bite at Cocoa Wah Wah, conventiently named for us Pton folk and possibly my favo