“Please look under your vehicle for penguins”

So my  adventure in Cape Town continues…

Pulled over for this shot as we headed to Cape point

Lowe, Cali and I, posing with the beautiful Landscape

Groups shot, best I could do.

We had to stop to admire this amazing beach!

One of the places I had to take my friends to see, was Cape point. The most South Western point in Africa, believed to be where the two oceans, namely the Indian and  Atlantic oceans, meet. We took the scenic route to Cape point, along the stunning western Cape coast. I am still floored by the beauty of my home town. We stopped at Boulders beach, famous for its  Penguin colony. We were not disappointed when not even 10 meters from where we parked, we encountered a small group of the adorable little black and white creatures we had stopped to see!

Oh hello!

Cali was slightly taller than the penguins. Just a tad.

I think he was laughing!

Penguin hug. Show me something cuter!

My favourite sign, possibly ever. Where else in the world do you have to check under your car for penguins?

After we had gushed over the ridiculously adorable penguins (and decided that we could not kidnap them) for long enough, we continue to our original destination for the morning, Table Mountain National Park!

Entrance to the park! We’re here!

First stop in the park

I’m not sure what kind of lizard this was but I thought it looked like a tiny crocodile!

Kai, taking in the view

We stopped at the cafe at the foot of the hill that would lead us up to the famous Cape Point lighthouse and views of the most South Western point of Africa!

This little bird was trying to steal our lunch.

View at lunch

The sign below is not a joke, as I explained to my friends. Baboons run rampant up the mountains along the coast and especially in the park.Humans feed them, so they have become aggressive and have known to attack people for food. No sooner had I told Mr. not to go near a baboon if happened to see one, did he do exactly that when he spotted one! He didn’t just walk towards it, no, he went RUNNING toward the wild animal, with my camera! I of course took off after him yelling for him to stop, because I didn’t want him to get face his ripped off. He did stop, but only to tell me not to yell at him. 🙂 Hey, whatever it takes so he doesn’t end up on, ” When animals attack!” We all had a good laugh about it a few  minutes later. Oh and pictures of the baboon? We got a few.

There he is, right up on the gift shop

This bold guy chased a woman down the mountain path later on! She wanted a close up photo. Silly tourist.

He went right up to this woman, looked her straight in the face and then just walked off. Scary.

As a nod to local lore, the funicular takes its title from a legendary 17th-century ship that supposedly met its end at the ‘Cape of Storms’, a stretch of Cape Point’s coastline notorious for its inclement weather.
The famous folktale goes that the galleon’s valiant captain swore that he would round this jagged geographical tip if it was the last thing he did; and, sadly, it was. The Flying Dutchman lost a battle against thundering waves and whipping winds and was soon swallowed by the sea, only to be destined to haunt these waters for centuries to come. Since such a time, there have been many reported sightings of this doomed ghostly vessel sailing silently along the coast of what is now known as the Cape of Good Hope. ( Courtesy of http://www.capetownmagazine.com)

Once we got off the “Flying Dutchmen”, we had to walk up these stairs to get to the lighthouse.

The most South Western point of Africa!

Which way is home for you?

 

 

This historic lighthouse was functional from 1860-1919. It was powered by 2000 candles and could be seen 67 meters out to sea. The lighthouse proved to be ineffective as it was often covered by clouds and mist, causing many ships to wreck. After the crash of the Portuguese liner ” Lusitania” in 1911, it was decided to erect the present lighthouse that stands on Dias point below, 87 meter above sea level.

I thought the way the clouds barely covered the sun, made it look like a painting. So pretty.

I left Cape Point and was once again astounded that one city could be filled with so much beauty. I am truly blessed to call myself a Capetonian. A proud one at that. At the exit to Cape Point there was a small African market, filled with handmade treasures, made by under valued artists who I support whenever I go home. We stopped to look at what they had to offer and ended up with a few beautiful pieces of art for friends and family.

Some of the sculptures were bigger than us!

An unfinished piece.

Art excites Cali.

More to come, keep reading…