Because the view from the car was so good, we debated whether we should climb up the big hill to the lighthouse that overlooks the two points. We wanted to get to the city and I was a bit under the weather (doing fine now), so Barry didn't want to push me, but I insisted I didn't want to miss the view.
We would have been considered absolute fools had we not made the effort to see what felt like the top of the world- worlds end - the deep end of the ocean - the tip of the continent - the meeting of two oceans - the route to the East Indies - the home of the ghost ship, The Flying Dutchman - an explorer's hope - the most southwesterly point of Africa... you get the idea: it's significant and not to be missed!
The irony is I didn't even know this view was on my bucket list, but I simultaneously added it and checked it off. The feeling of seeing this mountain range, which starts at Table Mountain in Cape Town, disappear into the ocean with such certainty was a thrill I didn't expect.
We arrive in Cape Town via the west coast road which was truly beautiful. The sun was shining and we could see Table Mountain from a long way off. The beaches along the way were speckled with sunbathers, swimmers and surfers, though surprisingly less populated than expected for the Christmas holidays. It really isn't that busy here.
After checking in to the hotel, we walked 2k to the Victoria and Alfred Waterfront, South Africa's most visited site. It's a a working wharf surrounded by fabulous restaurants, shops and stylish people...and us.
We ate a Thai dinner, at Molly's request, and enjoyed the sights and sounds of the very posh side of South Africa.