|Beach side of Cape Town|
From the website: “Table Mountain’s unofficial mascot is the dassie, or rock hyrax . Social animals that live in groups of up to 80 individuals, dassies love the rocky outcrops at the summit. While they can be quite noisy and convivial, they’re nevertheless remarkably lazy: they spend an estimated 95% of their day resting and are most active in the morning and the evening. Dassies eat plants and insects, but they also love tourists’ leftovers a bit too much; please note that you are discouraged from feeding them or any of the other wild animals on the mountain.”
We had to get back to the hotel because we had made arrangements to go on a tour to Cape Point in the afternoon. We had not rented a car so we had to opt for tours. A tour guide picked us up at the hotel for a whirlwind tour of the coast down to Cape Point and back. By whirlwind, I mean, we had scheduled stops for a certain number of minutes and there was no stopping otherwise. So if I wanted a picture of something I was seeing along the way, I had to try and shoot it from the van. That did not work out all that well.
|People watching penguins|
|Coming out of his burrow|
|Going out for dinner|
|catching some rays|
Cape Point is the tip of Africa’s Cape of Good Hope, and the end of the Table Mountain chain. It is the southwestern most point of Africa, but it is not the southernmost point in Africa. The goal was to walk to up to the Light house. We took the Funicular part of the way so Matt only had to make his way up half the hill. He made it and we got some fantastic photos. It was a gorgeous day.
Here is a view from the waterfront of Table Mountain with a lenticular cloud over it. As I said, we were told to get up there if it was not covered in clouds. Now you can see why.
|lenticular cloud over Table Mountain|
|Even in SA they have New Orleans Jazz|
The waterfront was a huge shopping area of both normal mall kind of stores, and art and African treasure stores. They had everything we needed and stuff we did not know we needed but then just had to have. My favorite place was the African Trading Post. They had goods from all over Africa and the place was so packed with stuff, it was like shopping in a flea market. We were limited in what we could buy because the stores do not ship from South Africa. Well, let me put it this way. They can ship, but it costs more than the item you are buying and it may or may not ever arrive. So whatever we were buying, we had to get it home by carrying it.
Post script - About the shark cages. We almost went out on the ocean to jump into a shark cage. But I had a bout of righteous guilt at the last moment and I cancelled much to the chagrin of the tour operator. He was mad that he could not sell our seats but I was unapologetic. I just could not get myself to do it. Here is why. This is not like whale watching. We were not just going out on a boat to see a Great White shark, maybe take a few photos and hope it breaches. No. The entire purpose was to get into the cage. It is not that I am afraid of getting into a shark cage. It is that they have brain washed us into thinking that sharks want to kill us so we should be afraid of getting into a shark cage. The reality is that they are going to put chum (mix of fish and blood) in the water to lure the sharks to the boat. And when the shark bashes the cage, we all scream and whew, what an adrenaline rush! They argue that it allows people to see the sharks in their natural habitat. They argue that it can all be educational. But the truth is that what sells the adventure for most people is the fear factor of getting into that cage.