10 February 2013

On Sunday, after visiting the African Penguins at Boulders Beach, we drove even further south: to the Cape of Good Hope Nature Reserve. Reggie told me that there are many lovely hiking trails here (e.g. Sirkelsvlei, Kanonkop, Gifkommetjie, and the Shipwreck Trail) but we did not have time to explore any of them, as it was already midday by the time we entered the Reserve and followed the long road down to Cape Point.
“Is Cape Point the southernmost tip of the African continent?” I asked.
“Although it may seem and even feel like it, Cape Point actually isn’t the southern tip of Africa,” remarked Reggie. “You’d have to travel about 170km further east to Cape Agulhas, where there is also a lighthouse.”
“So this isn’t the place where the two oceans meet? The Indian Ocean to the east and the Atlantic Ocean to the west?” I asked, a bit disappointed.
“No, Flat Kathy, it isn’t,” Reggie shook her head. “Technically, they meet at Cape Agulhas.”

Despite this, Cape Point sure is spectacular! It is a jagged crag jutting into the ocean, battered by some of the roughest seas in the world.
Luckily, the weather on Sunday was in our favour. The previous day’s rain-puddles had dried up, and the warmth of the sun coupled with a brisk breeze were dissolving all the clouds. The African sun is very hot and powerful, though, so my hosts put on their hats and sunscreen, and even tried to shield me from the sun.
Because of the nice weather, though – and because it was a weekend – there were hundreds and hundreds of tourists and visitors milling about, and walking up and down to the top of the crag at Cape Point. Those who did not feel like walking up in the heat, could take the funicular railway. We walked, of course.
An old lighthouse, no longer in use, stands at the top of the crag; the view from up there took my breath away! A faint bank of clouds – Reggie called it “a cold front” – marked the line where the bright blue expanse of the African sky met the slightly darker blue of the deep Atlantic Ocean.

“From here, you can also see the Cape of Good Hope – which is the southwesternmost tip of the African continent,” indicated Reggie. “There is a big signboard down there, which marks the spot; but I don’t think we’ll have time to go there today.”
Looking northwestwards, I tried to imagine that the waves, which crash against these rocky shores, have travelled all across the unimaginable vastness of the Atlantic from my homeland of Nova Scotia in the far north. In my imagination, I was waving to my dear friends, Sybil of Eastern Passage Passage, Lynne from Five Good Things and Amy-Lynn of Flandrum Hill. I wondered what it would be like to see them on the other side. It made me feel a bit homesick.
“Flat Kathy, do you want to see the new lighthouse?” inquired Reggie, perhaps sensing my melancholy mood, and trying to distract me. “It’s a little bit of a walk, not too far, though, perhaps an hour there and back.”
“Oh, yes!” I cried, “I love lighthouses!”
We followed the sandy track known as the Lighthouse Keeper’s Trail down the steep side of the crag. It was a loooong drop down to the ocean, and I admit that did feel a bit wobbly when I looked down, but Reggie held onto me quite tightly whenever a gust of wind blew, and very soon, we reached the final viewing site at the end of the trail.

“If look up behind us, you can just about see the old lighthouse right at the top of that sheer cliff. And if you turn around, you can see the new lighthouse on those rocks faaaar below us,” said Reggie, gesticulating. “Unfortunately, we can’t go down there for a closer look. But can you imagine being here during a stormy night, or when the waves are pounding into the rocks? They also call this the ‘Cape of Storms’ – and over the centuries, it has become a graveyard for wrecked ships and lost lives.”
It was an extraordinary feeling, to be standing on the almost-southernmost tip of the African continent, feeling the brisk sea breeze ruffling my hair, listening to the shrieks of the seagulls, rock kestrels and gannets, circling, swooping and diving above and around us, and hearing the pounding of the surf against the rocks.
It was an unforgettable experience!
We drove back to Noordhoek via Kommetjie (where Reggie pointed out the Slangkop Lighthouse), and ended our long day’s journey with some delicious toasted sandwiches and tea at Ellies Deli in the Noordhoek Garden Emporium, which is quickly becoming one of my favourite places.
I do look forward to seeing more of this marvelous country!
P.S. To access the picture caroussel, click on any of the images in the gallery below.
Oh F.K. I am so jealous of your adventures. What a thrill to see that new lighthouse and Reggie is obviously a marvellous tour guide. Lucky you !
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I feel sooo lucky too, Sybil. Although it was really hard to leave Nova Scotia, I am very glad of the opportunity to see a bit of the world.
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Thank you, Sybil, I think she is too. I’ve suggested that we should go into business together: “Flat Kathy Tours” – what do you think?
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How very beautiful! You lucky girl to be taken to such a place. I’ve so often wondered what marvelous places lie across the Atlantic. The ‘Cape of Storms’ sounds like such an exciting place. It’s certainly a name that captures the imagination. Any chance there might be sharks in that water?
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Thank you, Amy-Lynn. We were lucky with the weather that day – this must be a terrifying place when there is a proper winter storm!
I’ve just asked Reggie – she says, “Yes! There are sharks in that water; in fact, some surfers had a very close encounter with a Great White Shark a few days ago!”
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Oh dear! Wayne was pretty sure there were sharks there. He thought they might be attracted by the penguins nearby! Yikes!
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Yikes indeed! There are often Great White Sharks in False Bay, says Reggie. But some tourists like to go ‘shark cage diving’, where they can get very close to the sharks. So you and Wayne would prefer to stay on dry land, Amy-Lynn?
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We are both certified divers so have a keen appreciation for underwater life. Our sons are all scuba divers as well. The North Atlantic waters are pretty cold year round which makes for a rather chilling experience here, though they are supposedly getting slightly warmer with every passing year.
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I’m not sure I would want to swim in the waters around Cape Point. I don’t really like water very much. You are brave to go scuba diving!
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Though I’m certified, I haven’t had a scuba tank on for almost 30 years! I usually stay home (and worry) while the rest of the family does the diving.
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Oh dear, you make it sound so dangerous. I prefer to stay above the water myself, although I would love to visit the Aquarium, to see all the colourful and interesting creatures in the ocean!
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What spectacular vistas! I would love to visit the Cape of Storms some day – the lighthouses and the steep paths, so inviting, as are all places by the sea…
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Oh, you would love it, Barbara. It’s so wild!
I think there is something very romantic about lighthouses – showing fishermen and ships where there is danger, and where it is safe.
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I am so jealous of all the nice places you get to go! That is probably ANOTHER place that they don’t let dogs into.
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Oh, you poor dear Rosie Bear. Yes, I think they probably don’t allow dogs at Cape Point either. I am so sorry at such canine discrimination. Particularly because you’re not just any dog – you’re a very special, unique dog. And a DOG WITH A BLOG at that.
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Reblogged this on Travel South Africa and commented:
Love the view here. Wanna do it again soon
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Hello Neilza – I would love to visit again too, it is such a wild and rugged place!
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