This morning we are planning to head south to the Cape of Good Hope, and Moses has worn a special ostrich feather cap for the occasion. Very stylish!
Driving along a spectacular coastal drive called Chapman’s Peak Drive carved out of an almost vertical cliff face, with every turn revealing picture postcard panoramas.
First stop at a lookout where you can get an idea of the coast we are driving along.
Even had a local pop in to say Hi!
Next stop was a penguin colony at Simons Town. Very lovable little characters
The locals here are big on recycling – nothing goes to waste.
Also intrigued by the local products – not sure what spastic colon is but I hope I never get it!
Next stop is the Cape of Good Hope, the south-western-most point of the continent. People were queueing up to have their piccies taken next to the sign and one large american tourist seemed to feel that she should have had the place to herself. “Demn forrners” she muttered as she walked away. Yanks – gotta love ‘em.
No doubt she thought Big Bird was a foreigner as well – just realised that we ate him for dinner last night!
There are not too many places on earth where you can see two oceans at once – here we are looking North, with the Atlantic on the left and the Indian Ocean on the right.
This afternoon we are heading out to Robben Island where Nelson Mandela spent 18 long years. We were taken around the complex by “Sparks” who spent seven years here as a prisoner.
We visited the room where Mandela spent a lot of his time when he wasn’t working in the quarry, and saw the exercise yard (Can’t imagine that he wasn’t having plenty of exercise breaking rocks!)
At one end of the exercise yard was a garden that he created and in the corner of the yard he buried the manuscript of Long Walk to Freedom which he was writing at the time. Eventually the guards discovered it and it was confiscated and destroyed but Mandela was way ahead of them and had a duplicate copy which was smuggled out of the prison by an ex-prisoner who had come to visit. This prisoner was later appointed as Minister of Transport by Mandela as he had proved himself so adept at transporting goods!
We saw the room that Mandela slept in for 18 years – just wide enough for him to lie down and not touch the walls on either side.
I passed my camera though to my mate Nelson and he was good enough to take a picture of us from his perspective.
It was good to see that the locals came dressed appropriately for clambering over the rocks.