I have been back in the UK for a couple of weeks now and the tan is fading, but at least my memories and photos from my travels are not. After a nightmare bus ride to Heathrow followed by a night flight to Jo’Burg (loved it as they had decent movies and wine, watched Friends with Benefits and I turned into one of those people who laugh out loud on a quiet plane annoying those around me), and then a connecting flight to Durban where we arrived just in time to get a cheeky hour on the beach, no surf though. When you’ve only got one day in Durban you have to cram it all in, so up early the following morning to head to Kloof, MichaelHouse and then to Drakensberg National Park which was beautiful, so peaceful, in the middle of nowhere and not a soul around for miles. You feel completely cut off from the rest of the world.
After a day out on the road seeing the sites in and around Durban, a lobster platter was served to us in front of a shark aquarium which was priceless, and then onto the city’s casino to carry on the night.
Moving on the next morning we headed to Cape Town. It was very surreal driving along the N2 through all the informal settlements which stretched for miles and miles in the shadow of Table Mountain. Again, we only had one day there which meant we missed going up the mountain as it had on its ‘table cloth’. Instead, the highlight of the day was a trip to Clifton Beach (where the houses are the same size am my apartment block) which lies at the foot of the 12 Apostles which was beautiful.
The way to see Cape Town is with a local, so we met up with a friend to show us the sites and the local bars along Long Street and the V&A Waterfront.
The bridge behind me in the picture below rotates sideways rather than lifts up to let boats through which is so weird to watch. You can stand on it while it does this but you’d probably get chased out of the V&A..
Time to move on again and leave Cape Town. This time towards Hermanus to search for whales and Cape L’Agulhas to see the Atlantic and Indian Oceans meet…