...Well, not in that sense.
While the rest of the house is at the Woodstock-wannabe-music-festival, "Rockin' the Daisies," Dave and I decided to save our money and stick around Cape Town for the weekend.
Naturally, we still wanted to be productive, and today we did just that with a trip to visit the infamous apartheid-era prison on Robben Island, followed by a visit to the Old Biscuit Mill for lunch.
"Maximum Security Prison," eek.
Although I'm glad I went to Robben Island, the three-and-a-half hour trip consisted of maybe an hour of guided touring. The rest was lost to waiting in line, ferrying, and waiting for others to catch up (probably 150 people came over on the 9am tour from Cape Town).
Before it was a prison, Robben Island boasted a small population of residents - here is a church on the island
Robben Island Primary School (for current residents' children - they currently enroll 23 students and two teachers)
They don't mess around.
Dormitory-style prisoners' quarters in the medium-security prison (I think about forty sets of bunk beds fit in here?)
Nelson Mandela's cell in the maximum security prison
Maximum Security building
View of Cape Town from the island
They tried to sell us this picture, but I stole a snapshot of the glory anyway
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