I actually wrote this sitting at a Mugg & Bean coffee shop in the Cape Town International Airport waiting for our flight out earlier this week. I can’t believe it’s over! Fifteen weeks in Southern Africa flew by in what now feels like a flash. We spent our last week leisurely making our way down the coast, from Knysna through the Winelands to Cape Town, our final destination.
Rain Check on the Garden Route
Knysna (“Nye-zna”) was going to be our base camp for exploring the Garden Route (sharks! canoes!) but it was so wet when we arrived at the Tsitsikamma National Park that most activities we had planned were essentially out of the question and we opted for a little hike instead. An hour or two later, our clothes were completely drenched but once again we were quite pleased with ourselves for at least doing that much. We vowed to come back during slightly more optimal weather and moved on to the Winelands.
Wining, Dining & Pampering Ourselves Silly
That about sums it up! After Knysna we (partially) took Route 62 to experience a snippet of what is apparently the longest wine route in the world before checking in to a winery and indulging. The winery was also a ‘wellness retreat’ (what a coincidence!) so I made sure both Moreno and I partook in some spa treatments and massages before we went on to taste some very delicious wines.
The Southernmost Point in Africa
We veered off course a little bit after the Winelands because you can’t be within a couple hours of something like the southernmost point in Africa and not see it. A lot of people mistakingly think that Cape Point on the Cape peninsula is the furthest point south but that’s the “south-western most point” (semantics, I know), and we did visit that a couple days later.
Alas, the southern most point of Africa is a teeny tiny town of Cape Agulhas, a few hundred kilometres southeast of Cape Town. As with many of the ‘sights’ we’ve visited in Africa, it wasn’t overly touristed and as such we waited around, pretending to take photos of each other until another pair showed up and we could ask them to take this shot:
After a quick lunch and snack stop, we were on our way to Cape Town.
Cape Town. ‘Nuff Said.
There’s really not much more to say other than Cape Town delivered, right down to the last sunburn. The weather cooperated, the sun was out, the cable car up to Table Mountain was open, visibility was good, the water was turquoise and the mountains were stunningly rugged and rocky and green.
The next day we took our time packing before heading over to the V&A Waterfront, which I have to admit, is not the first time in Cape Town where we thought, “Step it up Vancouver!!” Sure, our coastline is beautiful, but Cape Town just does so much with theirs, it’s like “Vancouver, the Expanded Edition,” and the wharf where we spent the rest of the day, was no exception.
Anywhere Home Bound
Next up: We are back in Vancouver! We’ll likely be recuperating and relaxing for the first week before jumping in to the holiday festivities (Sidebar: It was super weird to hear someone singing “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” in the afternoon heat of a Cape Town square. “Dreaming, alright…” Moreno muttered.) so there won’t be a ‘weekly update.” BUT we’ll be going over all our adventures and still sharing a lot of the stories that haven’t made it online so definitely keep posted.
Thanks for following along!!!