Not a whole lot going on today... I did some recuperating after all the craziness and I slept for 11 hours. After I finally woke up and got up Breezy and I decided to go out to lunch and we discovered that the struggle bus operates internationally. We received a couple of recommendations from her house mates and so we call up an uber from the house and we get going and when we arrive at the first restaurant it's closing up for the day and so we call another uber to take us to the other restaurant only to find out that it's closed all day on sunday. so we just give up on and walk down the road to find a place to eat. We ended up at this burger joint which was so freaking good but then we got to desert and we shared an Apple Pie Shake and it tasted like a yankee candle... It was so gross. After that we came home and planned the rest of the week before calling some family and going to bed. |
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Up and at it again at 4:30 am... We got picked up to go shark diving! We are pumped, still drunk, and tired as fuck; at least we had a 2.5 hour drive to sleep and sober up before we get there, and trust me we used it to our advantage! We had breakfast there while we went over some safety information about the cage and the boat; after that we all loaded up and got out to where we were going to be diving. As the crew was getting the cage into the water we saw one shark come up to the surface which was awesome. The first group went in and Breezy and I got into our wet suits and I started getting a little seasick at this point but I had to push that aside since WE WERE UP!! we got into the cage in the water which was a whole 12 degrees Celsius (about 53 Fahrenheit), great right? We were freezing our asses off while my seasickness was progressively getting worse and after what seemed like forever and no sharks later I had to get our early because I felt like I was going to get sick, which I totally did right after I got out. To quote my father "Drunk and Seasick. Good times!!!!" Which is fair... I'm not sure which was more at fault for me getting sick; I hadn't eaten much and the only drinks I had since I got off the plane were all alcohol. Never making that mistake again. Been religiously drinking water since then. I was afraid I was going to miss out on sharks since I left the cage early, but the only shark of the day was that first one so the only thing I missed out on was more cold water. I'm not complaining about that! I started to feel better as soon as we got back in and we ate. Another 2.5 hours home then a shower and nap until dinner. We decided not to go out for dinner and so we ordered in pizza, that way we could use the Ranch I brought her. She was so excited about that, no lie thrilled that she might have enough to get her through the rest of her stay. While we were looking up pizzas we discovered that banana on pizza is a thing??? How on earth do people complain about pineapple on pizza when this atrocity exists? Granted I would try it just so I could legitimately voice my opinion, but until then I still think it's so freaking gross just to think about. Bacon and banana seemed to be a popular option in case any of y'all wanted to try it out. Above photos taken by Breezy Meyer
So I arrived in cape town tonight at 9:30 after about 30 hours of travel and a 7 hour time change. When I got to Breezy's house she comes out to the front gate and literally have the best and longest hug ever, as if we haven't seen each other in years. When we go inside I meet a few of her house mates (EVERYBODY HERE LOVES TO HUG AND NOBODY WARNED ME) and I pretty much haven't slept at this point and we had plans to go out already so I jumped in the shower and Breezy brought me a shot to "get on her level" and as soon as I was out of the shower and dressed her house mates and I were off to a party in this really swanky hotel room. We were drinking vodka and Powerade and I was strongly urged by Breezy to take it slow, which I did for the most part... but after chilling for a while we decided to play Kings which I totally lost and by this time I was smashed; not that I would admit it. At this point people were leaving and breaking off into smaller groups if they haven't left. I was talking to one of the guys there and we were hitting it off but I knew I had to be up early so I went to find out what time we were leaving the party but instead the guy I was with pulled me aside into the bathroom and got me to go down on him. I'm not complaining about that, I own my drunk decisions; what I am complaining about is that I didn't want to fuck him and he was not one to take no for an answer and I was clear headed enough that I literally shoved him into the wall and told him that he needed to take no for an answer so either he was leaving or I was and since his pants were around his ankles he shouldn't try to stop me. Then I wanted to leave and I tried to go down the stairs and I was drunk and flustered and fell down half the flight of stairs. I didn't know where to go so I went to chill on the balcony until we could leave but whats-his-nuts accosted me out there too. Thank god not long later everybody was ready to leave, I was drunk and so done with the night. We got home crazy freaking late and had about 15 minutes before we had to get up for shark diving the next day. We set the tone for the trip that first night; crazy good, crazy high, just plain crazy. We'll see if the rest of the trip follows. Not going to lie, I'm thrilled that drunk me stood up for herself this time.
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