Day Eighteen

Yesterday my alarm rang sickeningly early: 5:30. After all, what sort of a holiday is complete without an early wake up call? This was my second and was a warning that the bus from Langebaan was about to leave. (I am aware that I just compromised my secret spot. Heads up!)

So I bundled up, boots on, dress on, jersey on, and pillow out- I was armed for all things roadtrip. The trip was so bumpy and freezing-from-the-air-con-cold that there was nothing to do but try to sleep. You can imagine how starving and exhausted I was when we eventually arrived at the Cape Town Station...

I had hoped for a welcoming granny, with arms opened wide into which I could collapse, whom I could go for coffee with and even maybe to the National Gallery.

Instead...it was me and my bags versus the world. I trudged up Long Street with my three heavy bags and a laptop, trying in vain to reach her on the multiple phones and in the mean time setting my destination on The Royale Eatery, home to the world's best milkshakes. 

Who knew they only opened at 12?And that it was only nearly ten...

Eventually, while leaning on the shut door of the Royale Eatery I got a hold of the granny and trudged further to the Gallery. It was closed.

When it eventually opened I hobbled in- knowing that I would be rewarded greatly for my effortful morning.

But alas...

Photography.

Now I like photography, but not over art. So that was another dip in my mood.

The photographer whose work was on exhibition is pretty cool though. He's an American called Roger Ballen.

Most of his work is so freaky that I do not like it.

But...But. There are a handful of works which give me the shivers of brilliance. They really are awesome.

They're the sort of works you download to your phone and put as your wallpaper (purely hypothetical...I swear). So here they are, I hope they inspire you as much as they did me.

They really turned my bad day around!