February 22, 2014
I only recently visited Rhodes Memorial for the first time. I always knew it was a pretty place in the southern suburbs where people pose for photographs on their wedding day. When I did a bit research on Rhodes Memorial, I wondered why people would want to take their wedding pictures there.
The memorial, built of Cape granite quarried on Table Mountain, is named after Cecil John Rhodes (1853 – 1902), an English-born South African politician. It was designed by Sir Herbert Baker. The memorial is situation on Rhodes’s favourite spot on Devil’s Peak. It has a staircase of 49 steps, one for each year of Rhodes’s life. At the bottom of the steps is a bronze statue of a horseman. Eight bronze lions flank the steps leading up to the memorial.
The bronze horseman flanked by the lions.
At the memorial you are surrounded by nature, which is calming and beautiful. Looking down on Cape Town is amazing. Now, more about the man himself….
Rhodes was a mining magnate and founded De Beers, a diamond company. He was a strong believer in British colonialism and founded Rhodesia, which was named after him in 1895. Rhodes University is also named after him.
The bronze horseman.
Rhodes can be described as racist. He wanted to expand the British Empire because he believed the Anglo-Saxon race was destined to greatness. In his last will and testament, Rhodes said of the British: “I contend that we are the finest race in the world and that the more of the world we inhabit the better it is for the human race. Just fancy those parts that are at present inhabited by the most despicable specimens of human beings what an alteration there would be if they were brought under Anglo-Saxon influence, look again at the extra employment a new country added to our dominions gives.”
Looking down on the beautiful Mother City.
September 17, 2009
A couple of days ago I went for a low laser cleansing facial. My first facial ever. I’m not really the facial type but for my birthday Dischem emailed me a voucher to have one done.
So, being the procrastinator that I am, I went for this on the expiry date. I did not enjoy this facial one bit. From the minute I stepped into the “salon” or whatever you want to call that cramped little room, I didn’t feel comfortable. I had to lie on a bed. And the first thing I thought was…. how clean is that bed and how many peoples’ head were on that pillow. The lady, whose face was plastered in makeup, threw a blanket over me. And again a thought popped into my mind…. how many people were laying underneath this blanket and is it even clean?? She put this net thing (something similar to what the people working in the bakery section of supermarkets have on their heads) on my hair. And by now I am sure you can guess what went through my mind… is this thing clean or did the people before me have lice??
The entire time there was a gadget on a stand almost like a little hairdryer blowing hot air in my face. I could hardly breathe! And when this woman got down to business it felt like she was just messing in my face. She used a sponge (from what I could feel) to remove the soap from my face. And I thought to myself… is that a new sponge she’s using? How many people did she use that on before me?
I felt frustrated lying there for 30 minutes with my eyes closed! I didn’t know what was going on around me and I couldn’t see what she was using or doing. And when she was done my face felt so sticky! Not a nice feeling!
Nevertheless, when I got I home showered… and washed my face.
It just makes one wonder how clean equipment and materials are that are used on us at hairdressers, beauty parlours and even the doctor’s rooms! Well, there’s some food for thought. Or maybe I’m just a difficult person…?
I don’t think I will be going for a facial again any time soon!