Losing at the J&B Met
So…luck wasn’t exactly on my side today as Sean and I headed to the J&B Met. This horse race is Cape Town’s social event of the summer with more anorexic girls and their dragged-along boyfriends than you can shake a fist at. After a half-hour “are you sure we go this way?” detour, Sean and I made it in time for the third race. I won on my first two races, but lost about $20 US on the following three. Flashing the media passes got us into the ‘premier parking’ but not the marquee sponsor’s tents (and shade). Then again, I was probably the only woman out of 55,000 people wearing shorts, and we both had backpacks. I probably wouldn’t have let us in either…
I’m spending tonight reading magazines. It seems like such a tragic thing to do when it’s my last weekend in the city, but all the things I want to do are only open during the day, and not having a car (or decent public transport) kinda limits your options. Sometimes it’s the mundane little things that are so important when you’ve been on the road for six weeks. As a good, final ’screw you’ to my get-to-race-weight-while-in-Africa plan, I may venture off for some of the amazing ice cream at Sinfull (yes, with two lls – review forthcoming…)
Tags: Cape Town, J-B Met, South Africa, South Africa