Day 3&4 Tuesday Wednesday July 7-8 we were up by 7:00 am in the morning and out by 8:00am. We walked away from our hotel very fast for the one block to Park Station to lessen my anxiety. The plan was to catch the Shosholoza train to Cape Town (Shosholoza is also a folk song). This Shosholoza-Meyl train is a very comfortable long distance train and it would have taken us to Cape Town for 280 Rand, but there were no sleeping cars that day. The train takes a day and a night to cover the 1300 kilometers, so it would have been difficult without the sleeping car. That is why we had to find some other way to get to Cape Town. The SA Roadlink Bus company was leaving at 11:00 which was in an hour. The trip with them would be 18 hours for 450 Rand per person 900 Rand for the two of us. 900 Rand is about $135 dollars – still not too bad. We took it because we had to get out of Johannesburg. The bus was a double-decker and we went to the top and took separate seats from each other, so we had an additional seat next to us to put our stuff and we could also stretch out and possibly sleep. As I got on the bus I talked to the driver, a very big white South African man and he assured me that the ride would be safe and smooth. My anxieties subsided somewhat, but only on the surface. Deep down I was still jittery. South Africa is great, except for the security. I was still scared from reading the US Travel Advisory. Tourists like us are targeted and frequently robbed. The questions that came up in my mind were like “What am I doing here? Why on earth did I come here?” But the reality was that I had dreamt about coming to Black Africa since I was a child and now I was here and in reality it was fantastic! I was feeling better, and the adventure was on. The road was smooth and the ride was great and I was taking pictures as we were leaving the city. Sally was also excited about the trip, and she also took a lot of pictures. She also watched the onboard TV a lot. I continued reading Mr. Gurdjieff and slept a little. We arrived in Cape Town in the very early morning, around 4:30 am the next day. The place was still dark and empty, but there was a cab there. We took it to the Penthouse Hostel on Long Street for 20 Rand (3.00 dollars). The hostel was on the 6th floor and we had no problem getting into bed. Sally, thank God reserved this place for us for 4 nights for $30 dollars a day a real bargain. The hostel was clean and was centrally located. We slept until noon and than we decided to get up and look around the city. But first we had to eat something, so we went next door to an Indian restaurant and we had something vegetarian. After that, we started walking down on Long Street toward the Cape of Good Hope Castle. As we were walking there we stumbled on the First Dutch Congregational Church. I will write about this later, because we went in there again. We were anxious to find the castle and we had to ask for directions several times, but we found it. The castle was built toward the end of the 17th century, in the late 1600’s exactly between 1666 and 1679. We didn’t go in because it was closing when we got there. Maybe we should have. Apparently this is the oldest structure in South Africa. The "castle" was actually a defensive fort to protect the Dutch settlers. We took a lot of pictures there than went on to the District Six Museum: This area was the name of a former inner-city residential area which is known for the forced removal of over 60,000 of its people during the 1970s by the Apartheid regime. I spent a half hour with Mr. Noor the founder of the museum, and he told me that this was a terrible thing that the government did to this district. Because of this the peole are still suffering. Later on we, went in to the Woolworth Building to rest and relax a little and just watch people coming and going. We got back to our hostel around 9:00 pm.