This city really is breathtaking. It’s kind of like San Francisco times 10.
We began the day by taking the cable car up to the top of Table Mountain. Chris and I would’ve preferred to do the three to four-hour hike, but his parents were not down with that. Next time.
The views are stunning. Sections of the city are scattered like little blocks and beads all around the mountain 3500 feet below. Whales breached off the coast, and Robben Island sat flat and quiet about four and half miles from shore, where Nelson Mandela’s prison cell held him for 18 years.
After being blasted by frigid mountain air and unforgettable views for over an hour, we headed back down the mountain and across town to the Kirstenbosch National Botanical Garden.
The garden is home to 7000 plant species, 450 species of trees, rare plants, a conservatory, and an art gallery. We could’ve stayed all day. Maxine has decided she wants to get married there. She’s actually decided she wants to live in Cape Town if the next election goes well and things turn around. It’s a bit too far for my comfort.
We had a late lunch at the waterfront, and then the parents and kids caught an Uber back to the hotel while Chris and I meandered back on foot. We’ll be leaving soon for a home-hosted dinner. It’s been another full day in Southern Africa.
Cape Town Harbor
My Corner of the Village 