Oh my! YOUR home town? Same as my dad's. In WW2 he was with the Naval escorts for both sides of the allies (serving on both US & UK flotilla). One day, they chanced upon CapeTown. Oh

... charlie ... Dad met my mom, 18 then, who'd JUST lost her bro to the war; working 2 jobs... one as hotel restaurant waitress - and evenings on the telephone (plug-in exchange) exchange operators desk which was qute something for women in africa back then. We (kids) have only TWO photos of them back then: mom was so pretty, dark-short-hair in shiny locks combed back off her face, typical of early 50's and a red cupid smile with that flawless pastel skin and very pretty brown eyes. Gosh: 50 odd years ago. He loved Africa. But indeed I'll have a "pint' for you, even though I can say I've not swallowed a whole beer in all my years (shared a couple, not had 'my own'., lol. Made up for it with wine, lol). Time passes quickly ... I feel ancient, LOL