South Africa June 11th

            A light breeze turns into a harsh wind.  The chill of the air numbs my face, the hair on my exposed arms and legs stands call.  I am in Cape Town South Africa and it is dead middle of winter.  Every breath I take appears as thick cigarette smoke.  I am freezing.  My tank dresses and linen pants are no match for this South African winter.  
            The temperature of the hostel we are staying at is no different than that of outside.  Our sleeping bags are our only saving grace at this moment, We spend the entire first night trying everything not to leave them.