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Finally at the bus station, we're almost out of here. Goodbye, Cape Town. Beat your chests and let your tears flow...

Inside the men's room, all three urinals plus one toilet were out of order. There was only one stall available, then, but it was occupied, so I went outside to take a piss. Had to think fast. I had just spent several hours at the Corner Bar in Sea Point, getting sluiced.

There were self-appointed guys running around to help passengers. One guy told me where to stand, then disappeared. Another guy told me where to leave my suitcase, just before I got on the bus. Since I had just given away all my change on the street, I handed him a bottle of Castle Beer. Settled in seat 15, I felt so relieved, for I had to take care of several practical matters, with their complications, before leaving. For one, I was nervous about having a false positive on my Covid test, but a Captonian friend advised me to spray my nose with colloidal silver to ensure a negative result, so I did.


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