Word on the Street: First Thursday’s

My arrival in Cape Town last year was riddled with occasional bouts of anxiety and fear. As it goes when you feel like a mere pebble to the overshadowing mountain and weary of what lies behind the surrounding new faces. Nevertheless, I found my feet in becoming familiar with the pulsating streets of life birthed by the Mother City. Caught up in thought, my beating imagination let loose into a vision of a night in the heart of town where it too pulsated with activity and vigour – so much so that the intention was other than that of turning Long Street into a long night…

As it turns out, I wasn’t alone in thinking these thoughts.
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