and a leisurely climb (roughly 139 steps) up to the top of Cape Point. As you scroll through the beauty shots, let them transport you to the relaxed pace of Africa and stop for a moment to soak in the winter-breeze-balm hovering above the clash of the Indian and Atlantic Oceans. (Cape of Good Hope is often touted as the meeting place of the two oceans though the actual merger fluctuates between here and Cape Agulhas roughly 90 miles to the south.)
Our oohs and aahs along the coastal drive out to Cape Point were interrupted only briefly as we encountered fire trucks lined up at the entrance of a mass of squatter shacks built from scavenged scraps by the the flood of foreigners that flee troubled countries to the north (Zimbabwe, Ethiopia, The Congo ...) and swell the capacity of this misbegotten refuge. There are no alleyways for modernities such as fire trucks so the burning goes on.
We forged on past million dollar oceanfront homes to the pristine landscape out at the Cape Peninsula National Park which preserves the flavor of a pre-populated Cape and ponder the fate of some 40 shipwrecked vessels (including the Lusitania) at the base of Bellows Rock that met their peril rounding the Cape.
Mussels and fresh Cod were served at the Harbour House in Kalk Bay as we garnered renewed energy from the contemplative pace of the Indian Ocean. The day was rounded out by a lap around the Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens before we met up with Joan's cousin's daughter for dinner at Beluga.
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