Earlier this year I was invited to give a speech in Cape Town on my favourite topic - the demise of the SA print media. Since my hosts were prepared to pay good money to listen to my pearls of wisdom I accepted with alacrity and decided to fly down on Monday and leave late Friday. A great decision as it turned out because it was Cape Town's first week of decent weather and I also missed the hail storm that stripped the spring leaves off the trees at Chez Bullard and left the pool looking like a swamp.
Over the past thirty years I have been a regular visitor to Cape Town. For ten years I owned a holiday flat in Higgovale nestling just under the cableway and with an uninterrupted view of Signal Hill. The flimsiest excuse would tempt me to visit Cape Town and I sometimes stayed for three weeks at a time, pretending to my wife that I needed to do urgent maintenance work on the flat.
I even invented the phrase "paradise syndrome" to describe the lethargy that prevents one from doing any real work in Cape Town during the summer months. In over 14 years I only ever missed one "Out to Lunch" column for The Sunday Times and that was when I was in Cape Town in January and found myself suffering from writer's block (or maybe a prolonged hangover). I managed to persuade my editor to run something else in my space with a note that I was "on a beach" that week.
Although Cape Town has always had a scenic advantage over Johannesburg it wasn't always a pleasant city to visit at night. Even when I had my flat there a walk down the lower end of Long Street after nine would be asking for trouble. The roads weren't particularly well cared for and there was a perceptible air of gradual decay; not as bad as Jo'burg but noticeable nonetheless.
Today all that has disappeared and Cape Town functions in the way would expect a modern European city to function. The roads are in excellent condition with the verges well cared for, Cape Town streets are clean, the robots work and even walking the city at night doesn't feel like an act of folly. That's because, unlike Johannesburg, the city of Cape Town comes alive at night, particularly Long Street. The atmosphere is great and the choice of eating and drinking venues the equal of anything you will find in Europe with the added advantage that you don't have to seek the anodyne safety of a shopping mall.
Even more surprising is the attitude of the traffic police, as reported to me by two independent sources. Well, to be honest reported by one but I was so incredulous that I sought confirmation from a second person. I was told that if you break down on the highway you are likely to find a police car drawing up behind you to ask if you have a problem and whether they can help. The image of the traffic police in Cape Town is completely different from the image of the traffic police in Johannesburg.