After a 12 hour flight we have arrived to Capetown. We flew with South African Airways and it was seriously one of the best airlines we've been on, they had tender lamb stew for the meal!, so yummy. Tyler slept like a baby, I had to check three different times to make sure he was breathing since he seemed to be sleeping a oddly large amount of time. We were exhausted but we had an afternoon in a township. I've actually been procrastinating with having to write this entry because I'm not sure what to say. This might be a depressing post, I apologize, but I dont want to make it seem like we're in a perfect country on a perfect little trip..no sugar coating here. A little background info about "townships". Prior to world war ll, the white people wanted the black people to work in Capetown but didn't want them to live here, so basically shanty towns sprung up in the outskirts of Capetown (aka townships) where the black people set up shacks to live in and commute to work. In 1948, the government that was voted in basically made the segregation between blacks/whites/coloureds the law and black people were not able to come into the city without passports from employers stating that they had a reason to be here or were arrested. The segregation included things like school/healthcare etc. This was the apartheid and although it ended in 1994 the inequality and these townships still exist. Capetown is a beautiful city, really pretty buildings, milllion dollar houses, fancy 5 star restaurants but literally 15 minutes down the highway are townships where millions of black people live in shacks. We went to one of the townships with a white lady who has become close to some of the people and families there. I am not exaggerating when I say there are hundreds of thousands to millions of huts made out of corrugated iron, basically 4 walls, no electricity or running water. There are communal permanent porta potties and water stations to use. There are little kids running on the dirt streets, no shoes, ragged clothes and garbage all over the place. Having said that, the children were super cute, and were excited to see us, fought to hold our hands and made Tyler take tonnes of pictures of them. We felt a bit intimidated walking through their living quarters but everyone were very nice to us. There are lots of hair salons, school, and stores in shacks. It was awful. These people have to pay to take a taxi to the city everyday to work and back and have very little to spend afterwards. Apparently the new government has been very good about the school and education but not with the housing. They have a 30% unemployment rate and there is no social assistance so people have tonrely on family members for help and of course crime is high. One of our black tour guides said that if you have enough money to move out of the townships, and move into the city, then you are regarded as a traitor and sometimes shunned by the township people. Apparently most white capetownians have never been to a township even though you drive by them on the highway all the time. Were we scared at times? Yes but we are happy we went. There were lots of uplifting stories and people we met. We judged the white Capetown people for letting this happen right in their backyard but Tyler soon pointed out that the first nations people in Northern Ontario live in drug riddled communities with no opportunities, so we felt pretty guilty all in all about everything. It was an eye opening experience, one that we'll never forget. Now we feel pretty guilty because now we can picture where every waiter at a restaurant, bell boy or taxi driver is potentially going home to at night...out tips are getting bigger thats for sure. Ok sorry for being so depresso. Don't worry parents we feel safe in Capteown. We went out to dinner with Simo and Stef for from true African food (I had lamb once again, you'll see that this is a recurring theme). Goodnight everyone, thanks for reading this one.