Riotcarrot Runs a Race.: table mountain

Almost Tip of Africa

Welcome to the final installment in the Garden Route Series! Congrats if you made it this far. You can find Day 1, Day 2, and Days 3/4 hyper linked here. Day 5 brought the longest drive in our journey, but some of the most scenic views. We woke early and left Mossel Bay and headed to Cape Point. We passed many coastal towns and one of the largest and most famous townships in South Africa, Khayelistsha. It is the second largest in South Africa, with a population of over 400,000 people.

Khayelitsha Township

Cape Point

The Cape of Good Hope is located in the Table Mountain National Park. We made our way through the park, stopping at several points to take pictures, our ultimate goal was the Cape of Good Hope. It was incredibly windy, it felt like we'd be blown into the ocean. Luckily, we arrived right before 2 tour buses and didn't have to wait long to take picture in front of the sign.

Leaving the Cape of Good Hope, Phil decided to ignore Google and "take a short cut". This short cut in fact was a pretty intense mountain pass. Luckily for us, it was two lanes and tar. It could have been worse. The views of the bay from the pass were absolutely amazing.

We checked into the Vethos Villa in Camps Bay. On a previous trip, I had stayed in the business district close to the wharf. I guess it depends on what you are into, but I would definitely recommend Camps Bay over the business/wharf area. There is more restaurants, a grocery store (and the beach!) within walking distance, there's a red bus stop right there and a short Uber to Table Mountain and the Wharf. I felt that in Camps Bay we had more access to activities and night life and it felt safer: there was just a whole lot more people around and shorter walks to points of interest. Vethos Villa is nice, more of a small hotel/lodge. The hostess was nice, the rooms were clean and stocked with beach towels and a full bar. The bathroom door was clear glass, which was a little strange, but fun to harass Phil when he was trying to have private bathroom time. There was a large common room that always had coffee service and light snacks. The only complaint was that there was supposed to be parking and we were told all the spots were taken. There was ample street parking, so it really wasn't a problem.

The first night after check in, we walked down to the beach to play in the surf and watch the sunset. Dinner was on the promenade at The Raj. The Raj had fantastic service which we have found hard to find in South Africa as a whole. There was a large and diverse selection of food (including a large vegetarian selection) and cocktails.

After dinner, it was an Uber ride over to Long Street to check out the night life and a DnB event. The club had a balcony over Long street, which allowed for some great people watching. There's a lot of opportunistic crime on Long street. From our vantage point we could see all the pick pockets walking around... the are pretty obvious from above. Almost all have backpacks and either walk back and forth or hang out in the shadows. There was also a TON of police but it wasn't really clear what they were doing. They seemed to be checking bars, but maybe not.

Our morning began fairly early, taking an Uber after breakfast to Table Mountain. We had purchased our cable car tickets in advance, but there as a still approximately an hour wait, even though we arrived shortly after opening. We had considered hiking up the mountain- but heard/read varying reports of time and difficulty I think we still would of tried, but I wasn't feeling so great when we woke up. There are some trails on top of the mountain, so we did hike around those... which offered some great views and picture ops, that I hadn't gotten to see the first time.

After Table Mountain it was off to the V&A Waterfront, which is incredibly crowded and touristy. We needed to do some souvenir shopping and the V&A Waterfront has a market with upscale Arts and Crafts. I had eye'd a vendor the first time I was at the market and was happy when Phil also picked the same artist, without me pointing her out. The vendor we chose sells art made in the townships from recycled materials. When we can we try to support independent artists or groups supporting the community, rather than just buying something mass produced from a tourist shop. We also bought some small gifts for our co-workers and some carved animals for our living room.

Dinner was at the sushi place on the strip, which was okay, followed by gelato and a walk on the boardwalk.

Our guide was a political prisoner in the '80s.

In the morning we were off to Robben Island by ferry. We were treated to views of whales breaching and the African penguin colony that lives on the Island. The island houses the prison that held political prisoners, including Mandela, during Apartheid. Our guide was an ex political prisoner who was imprisoned in the '80s. I read the Long Walk to Freedom, so it was especially interesting to see the places that Mandela had described in such detail. Having read the book, I was able to whisper- fill in details to Phil. An aside, I highly highly recommend this book, especially if you are coming to South Africa. I gained deeper understanding of South African culture and history. I think it allowed me to really connect on a deeper level and thus enhanced my experience here. It also gave me a good jumping off point in beginning conversations on the Apartheid.

After Robben Island it was lunch at the Waterfront before heading off to the airport.

And this ends our trip on the Garden Route!

Stay tuned for my reviews of Chobe National Park (Botswana), Livingstone, Zambia and Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe.

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I've lost track of the week count. 13, 14 15?

My shoulder's been sore and in general the hard hotel bed and non-magical pillows and my increasing old lady status are wrecking havoc on my back. So my co-worker, P, and I had some girly R&R spa time. We scheduled 90 minute Thai Messages - hers an herbal compression massage and mine, a Traditional Aroma Message. I've had a few messages during my travels in Thailand, but they must of white-ed it up for me, because this was a somewhat different experience. P tried to warn me that it may be "invasive" and that she booked us separate rooms, because we weren't to "that point" in our relationship yet. We arrived. The spa was nice, clean, almost over the top decorated to look like a "Thai spa retreat". I was given slippers and a robe to change into, which in the US, normally you just get nekkid and crawl under the sheet and most of the traditional massages I had in Thailand I wore a pajama type outfit that was provided. I changed into the robe and waited for my therapist, who was a tiny Thai lady. She immediately yanked my robe off, leaving me awkwardly standing there topless in my grannie panties. Fortunately, for you, my readers, the awkwardness does not end there. So now, I'm under some towels face down and she washes my feet.. my feet were probably gross, so okay. But it tickled SO MUCH. So, I started screaming in laughter. Next,she busted out the oil, which I knew was coming, but for those who know about my sensitives, it was a little torturous at first. And the reason I went with the oil was the aroma part...which there was no aroma. I adjusted until she worked up my legs and yanked my grannie panties down and hello, ass crack to the sky. I tensed so hard, she asked if I was okay. I went with it and got the most intense butt rub, I've ever gotten with forearm use and everything. Actually, I'm not sure I've ever gotten a professional butt rub before unless it was running injury related. It seemed to last forever, but eventually (thankfully) ended and she moved on to (literally, on to) my back during which she surprised me by grabbing my wrists and yanking me hard backwards throwing the towel off and almost putting the crown of my head to my back...., which may or may not have caused me to pass gas. Loudly. While she was sitting on my back. I'm not actually admitting this happened, but in a case where it had, the therapist's response would have been "Sign Good Massage: Toot, toot, toot!!" In this hypothetical situation, it would be the first thing I would have rushed out to tell P, if this had actually happened, which I'm still not admitting it has.

Due to the massage and work overload lately, I've had a few very fatigued for a few days in a row. Luckily, we had a a pretty low key weekend getaway in Cape Town. Overall, it was nice, very rich-y, resort-y, lacking the cultural grittiness of Durban and very much like most resort cities I've been to. Phil and I will be back in a few weeks and I hope to check out some of the more historic places that make Capetown, Capetown, more of the nature stuff and less of the touristy stuff.

So Capetown Part I- because I'm too unmotivated to upload it all tonight...

The main attraction: Table Mountain. You can hike 2.5 hours up (Phil and I will), but T and I took the cable car up.