Muizenberg is the dreaming centre of Cape Town. While the rest of the world are soaking up radiation from their PC computers, we’re at home, baking cookies. Once we’re done we’ll invite you around to sample a few with a pot of percolated coffee and a hand-rolled cigarette. It’s a pleasure. You’re welcome.
Some of us work a 9 to 5. When we leave home in the morning the dream continues; we take a little bit of the reverie with us into the world.
We don’t care whether you’re a NASA retiree of a warzone refugee – when you’re here you’re knighted as one of the Familia. One of the familiar. One of the fam.
We’re a tribe and we don’t even have a dress code. You can walk to the beach at 9:30 on a Monday morning in your Hello Kitty PJ’s and your sheepskin slippers to check out the surf and you won’t get any skeef looks. Alles is reg with the world. No skaam. Leave it at the door.
Maybe it’s the sea air; maybe it’s the feng shui, who knows? It could just be the lack of MTV.