Last year I set off on an adventure to Africa. I thought that I had it all figured out and that I knew exactly what I could expect. But this mysterious continent took me by surprise. Apart from its natural beauty, the continent boasts some great shopping locations. If you are a fashion enthusiast as I am, you should definitely pin these cities to your map.
In Egypt you can choose to shop at the markets and malls or let the shops come to you! I’ve never been anywhere with as many and varied shopping opportunities hiding around every corner as there are in Egypt. Behind pillars in temples, in front of ancient pyramids and even along the banks of the Nile!
Locals call the vendors ‘sharks’ as they can be a little predatory, ready to pounce at passing tourists. But some of their stock is so good a travelling shopaholic cannot help but be tempted. From ornaments, to books, spices, trinkets and even carpets, items will be waved in front of you, and I for one can’t help but buy them.
A kilometre from Cape Town’s city centre, Woodstock used to be home to more textile factories than fashion outlets. But in very recent years this industrial area with mountains views has dramatically changed. The transformation of the Old Biscuit Mill into a hub of cafes and creativity led the way for further regeneration in the area. More recently the opening of the Woodstock Exchange, a collection of workshops-cum-boutiques, cafes and collectives, has bought even more fashion and design to the area. We moseyed around the streets, shops and restaurants, sampling the food and fashion and meeting their creators, to bring you this guide to shopping in Woodstock.
The old Medina in the centre of Marrakech is a maze of shopping temptation. Made up of several souks that spill into one another, the alleyways and squares are fit to burst with carpets, silverware and shoes. You could quite easily spend days shopping, bartering and weaving your way around the souks, like Moroccans have done for hundreds of years. Continue reading
Something whooshed past my head. A polyethylene package plopped on the floor behind me. Standing on the top deck of our Nile cruise ship, watching our progress through a busy lock by moonlight, I peered into the darkness to see where on earth the package had come from.
“Miss, you like?” enquired a voice from the water. I peered closer and by the lights of the ship could just make a vendor on a rowing boat waving a large tablecloth.
“Good price. Look,” he persisted.