Before I moved to Cape Town in July of 2002, I was warned about how cold it could get there in winter. Since the northern and southern hemispheres have opposite seasons, I was told that July would be the coldest (and wettest) month in the Cape.
How cold can it get? I thought to myself. I mean … it’s Africa. I’m from Michigan. They don’t even know what cold means.
I packed a lightweight windbreaker, one hooded sweatshirt and a couple of long-sleeve shirts for my six months in Africa, and was sure I’d be fine.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. My arrogance and naïveté were painfully obvious.
It was cold.
As in, I could see my breath in my bedroom. That is just plain wrong.
The thing is, buildings in South Africa don’t have central heating. No furnaces. No thermostats.
Just space heaters and the occasional wood fireplace.
And that first July happened to be particularly rainy. I would pull into the parking lot of my apartment building and have to get out of my little Jetta to manually open the garage door, get back in the car to pull it into the garage, then stand in the bone-chilling wind and rain some more to yank the garage door closed before running across the parking lot to the main entrance, and it. was. freezing.
Eventually my flatmate took me shopping so I could buy a sweater. I hadn’t even been there long enough to know where I could get one.
At night I would sleep with a t-shirt, a long-sleeve shirt, a hooded sweatshirt and, like, four blankets and still my nose felt like ice.
I never dreamed Africa could be so cold.
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