A guided tour through the premises unveils quite a few of the secrets of good coffee making. Truth Coffee in Buitenkant Street in Cape Town is THE place for a delicious coffee. If you click the link you can read the Truth about coffee making… 😉
‘Steampunk’ is a relatively new trend; also in South Africa. Truth has globally been on the forefront of this new trend when it opened the premises in Buitenkant Street a few years ago.
At Truth Coffee
At truth coffee 2
This is the last week Emile Richter shows tourists around the restored watermill in 19th century village Elim. The village land is owned by the Moravian church and only villagers are allowed to build a house on a designated plot. Emile is one of the driving forces behind the restoration of the village including upgrade of the roads in and to/from. The watermill however is his favourite and he was deeply involved in the recent restoration of this monumental living piece of old-fashioned craftsmanship. Emile had this plan to grain locally harvested wheat and sell it locally and to tourists. The funding was already taken care for 3 years ago but as in everything the ‘mother church’ in Germany (‘Herrnhuters‘ ; English: Moravian Church) has to give permission first and that can take a long time Richter experienced. “In the church I always learned to tell the truth and nothing else but the truth. Now I’ve told them the truth they dismissed me as guide on a very short notice”.
Tomorrow is Emile Richter’s last day as host at the watermill.
South Africans …. well … there are no better story-tellers in the world and sometimes the truth is something different although the best stories always have some truth in them….
But now they are stuck. Everybody I ask about the background of The Red Bike stands with his/her mouth full of teeth (as far as any left in many cases…. dental care is unaffordable for the majority). Even the local historian, who wrote an awesome good documented and illustrated book about Stanford, doesn’t know. The Red Bike is ‘walled’ against the Caltex petrol station at the entrance of the village and the local tourism bureau advertises it amongst the many things to see in and around the village. Is the story too gruesome to tell? Is there something about this bike that people are ashamed of? Well one can think of numerous questions. Maybe there is a simple answer to all this such as “there was no green paint” or “they just put the bike against the wall for decoration”. Maybe the answer is not that simple. It just remains a mystery and that explains this imaginary (second picture is the original).