Fynbos grows everywhere in Cape Town
I had never been to Cape Town before and I have no idea why not. I lived in South Africa for 25 years and 2 months and travelled all over the country; I even holidayed in Muizenberg and Hermanus, towns which are a stone’s throw away from Cape Town but I had never been to Cape Town itself. Well, I fell madly in love with the Mother City within an hour of us landing there and in the car on the way to our host, was already asking Stephen to explain just why we couldn’t move there.
Table Mountain
There is a very good reason a city slicker like me wouldn’t want to move to Cape Town – I thrive on pressure and deadlines and the fast pace of a city life. Johannesburg wasn’t big enough for me and so we moved to London. Before we even thought of moving overseas, I used to secretly dream of living my life in a big, anonymous city. I have that dream now and that is precisely why we can’t move to the city known by South Africans as Slaap Stad (Sleep City, rhymes with the Afrikaans word for the city, Kaap Stad). Capetonians are laid back and relaxed to the point of inertia and it would drive a city girl like me crazy.
The view from the restaurant at Rhodes Memorial which is at the top of Table Mountain
And so I am back in London reporting on a city that grabbed my heart the minute we landed. It is so breathtakingly beautiful down there and I wish we had spent longer than 48 hours in this amazing city. I had heard before that once you visited Cape Town a part of you would never leave; I had no idea how true that was.
I’m posting this a little back to front because these photos are all from Sunday morning, the day we left Cape Town. So much happened on the Saturday though and I wanted to take that a bit more slowly.
So, we arrived in Cape Town on the Friday evening and drove to Muizenberg to stay with our kind host Martin that we met through Couch Surfing. I thought this would be a great opportunity to try out this couch surfing thing in preparation for my trip to New York in June.
We spent an awesome morning in Kalk Bay on Saturday and then drove the 90 minute stretch to get to the wedding in Pringle Bay. I’ll (hopefully) post about both of those later in the week.
We saw the most amazing white beaches and green / blue waters I have ever seen in my life on the way to the wedding. Unfortunately, we were pressed for time and I was unable to stop to take photos.
On Sunday morning, we got up bright and early and said goodbye to our kind host Martin. We went into Rondebosch for breakfast at Rhodes Memorial.
All too soon it was time to fly back to Johannesburg for the final part of our trip. Luckily I am posting back-to-front so you still have more Cape photos look forward to! We were feeling pretty sad and anticlimactical by this stage!
Wedding photos on Rhodes Memorial
I caught sight of this beautiful bride taking wedding photographs on Rhodes Memorial. I love the outfits! I guess this is a Muslim bride, judging from the bridesmaid’s outfits.
The view from Rhodes Memorial
This was the very, very last photo I was able to take before my camera decided it was really and truly out of memory. I’d had a bit of a scare as my friend “walked down the aisle” when it first said I was out of memory!