Wednesday, 21 December 2011

CPT : Day 3 : Robben Island

Next on the agenda was a cruise to Robben Island, the location of the maximum security prison where Mandela was detained. Again,we had booked our tour with Robben Island Museum several weeks before coming here. But little did I know that Dahlia too needed a ticket. I still cant see the purpose of an infant to have have a pass as well. Without further argument,we bought one for her at a half priced ticket. I had a difficult time speaking to the lady over the glassed counter with all the noise around.Well there were about 100 people there ,so just imagine. The jetty where we had to queue is eventually where the ticket counters are located too. After about 15 minutes of waiting, AT LAST!I managed to get a ticket for Dahlia.Weird!For other bookings, Dahlia's was not required pun.PELIK!.Dah la we had to board on the next ferry trip which 'imprisoned' us on another queue for another 10 minutes . Ya thanks to the super lembab lady. Grrrr...

Enough with that lady lah..back to Robben Island.Robben simply means 'seal' in Dutch...yeah..you guessed it right. There were lots of seals and according to the source from the booklet, when the Dutch arrived in the area in 1652, the only large animals on the island were seals and birds,principally penguins. But I couldn't catch any penguins pun. Maybe due to the summer season.


Absolute view of the V&A Waterfront.


This roughly oval shaped island was once served as a place of banishment,imprisonment and isolation for political criminals. In 1962,Nelson Mandela the former president of South Africa (1994 to 1999) was arrested and convicted of mainly sabotage and other charges,and sentenced to life in prison. He served 27 years on that island fighting for his and his people's freedom.Tapi just freedom is not enough la kan, you need to provide jobs for your people too Mr President.
 

Souvenir shop at the jetty. Oh no..that statue there was not on sale.


The Moturu Keramat, was built in 1969 as a memorial to Sayed Abdurahman Moturu, the Prince of Madura. One of Cape Town's first imams, Moturu, was exiled to the island in the mind of 1740s and he died there in 1754. This shrine would be paid homage by former muslim prisoners before leaving the island. Couldnt get any closer to the keramat as we were on our way shuttled to the prison building.


Could you see the cave at the quarry? This was where the prisoners relieved themselves. It was in there that some of the more educated prisoners would teach others how to read and write by scratching in the dirt.


The primary school .They didn’t have high school though. Students would have to boat to the mainland to get a higher education. It was told that there were only 2 teachers including the principle. Quite hilarious when it comes to PTA meeting ya.. ;p


Dahlia was being cranky at this time when we passed by this military tank that was left from the World War II. There were some British jokes pertaining to it but I just couldn't recall what it was. Something about the time consumed for them to fully assemble this tank and we were told that they finished it after the WWII has ended.Hmm..a little too late dont you think :)


The lighthouse on the island,built in 1864 and was converted to electricity in 1938. It is the only South African lighthouse to utilise a flashing light instead of a revolving light


The corner where Mandela hid his manuscript.


Inside view of  the chapters (block) 


Oh no....Dahlia and I both imprisoned for being such a dearie to Papa

Different diets for different skin. Unfair!


 F.R.E.E.D.O.M!!!!! This little capetonian girl admires Dahlia so much that she hooked on us from the jetty on the mainland.

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