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Cape Town – Cape Point


26 July 2012 – Day 1

Overland Tour

I left the cosy hostel as an independent traveller to join an overland truck tour with Sunway Safaris. Although I enjoy travelling independently where public transport is available, sometimes, some places are difficult to reach due to inaccessibility by local transport. I wanted to explore the Namib Desert region through to Ethosa NP in the north. It is mind-boggling to decide the right company to appoint. Thanks to internet, travel blogs and travelogues, some of the questions may be answered. Who do you trust to part with your hard-earned money? More importantly, are you getting your money’s worth and maximum enjoyment? This journey for most, including myself, may be “one in a life-time experience”. There are numerous companies with a myriad of journeys and activities. The best information would be one from a person whom had traveled with a particular company with positive experience. Those with negative experience will also have a valid story and may suggest other companies suggested by other like-minded travelers. My planning and selection process began months before I landed on the continent. I spent hours reading guide books, overland companies websites and travel blogs.

First, the travel itinerary [inclusive of all side trips, treks, walks, sight-seeing, time allocated, etc] and the number of days required. Then its equivalent cost. Second, select five potential companies. Communicate [ask pertinent questions related to the journey – what is and is not provided, cost, extras, group size, type of transport, insurance coverage, medical aid, duration of travel in truck, dietary requirements, emergencies – which may alleviate any lingering doubts] with them and gauge their response. Some are really good but some – refer to website, and some not even a response. Third, make an informed decision. I picked this company which had mostly positive comments and with a suitable itinerary. It did great help when there was a local travel company [in own country] representing this African Overland company. A human voice over the phone and someone you can refer to after the experience.  In my overland journey, I must say we did have several moments of uncertainty but was quickly [at times pleasantly stranded and at times, get me out of here] but resolved. Remember, even the best companies, best planned routes and vehicles, especially the vehicles in our case, can break down due to the sometimes extreme weather, terrain, communication, remote locations [that’s exactly what we wanted] and distance traveled. Besides your gear, preparedness and well-being, a good sense of humor and open-mindedness is a pre-requisite. There are several other members of the group, total strangers! Final step, get there and do it. Other issues to consider – vaccinations, medication, right cloths, visas and the usual travel bits. Malaria is a major concern here in Africa.

Very early in the morning, I checked into Sweet Olive Guesthouse at affluent Sea Point. My room was exceptional. I wondered if I had paid too much for the comfort. I loved it though, a change after five days in a hostel. At breakfast, I met up with my fellow travelers. Our guides were Chriss and Vouther. A mix of ages but all excited. It was also an opportunity to acquaint with the big red overland truck. It was practical, reasonably comfortable and relatively safe. We headed to Signal Hill in Cape Town and later towards picturesque Hout Bay. It was lined with white sandy beach leading towards a bay, homes clustered on the gentle slopes surrounded by towering mountains. The sky was blue with a slight chill near the water. Colorful and rustic fishing boats bobbed up and down with the waves in the calm harbor. A lone seal made this place its home. Sentinel Hill gave a wonderful backdrop to the sheltered waterfront.  Several curio stalls were set up along the waterfront vied for customers. Wood carvings, bone carvings, artificial jewelry, textiles, weaving and many more were on offer. Boats offering trips to view a seal colony was signing up clients. A small band of musicians, brightly clothed, livened up the atmosphere with catchy tunes. My work colleague mentioned about the best thing to do at the pier – eat snook fish or locally called snokie – a type of mackerel. Time was limited. I headed to the Fishermans Wharf restaurant. The interior had the usual trimmings of fish shop. Unfortunately, I was too early. The kitchen grills had just been fired up. Orders were not taken yet. I ordered my fish anyway and explained my predicament. Then, rushed into the reception area. The chef acknowledged my presence. Word had traveled. As the chef handed my prized Snook fish and chip, he quipped, just for you. Our transport was about to move. In the comfort of my seat, not a very atmospheric environment, I savored the steaming fish. It was bony but good. The scent drifted throughout the bus. All eyes were on my lunch.


Cape Town – Chapmans Peak Trek 2

25 July 2012

In the gusting wind, I heard voices. I climbed towards the top of the peak over some granite boulders. A few Park Rangers were having a relaxed break. I have been walking for over five hours without any human interaction. A small signage indicated this is indeed Chapmans Peak. The views over the entire Table Mountain National Park was stupendous – Sentinel Peak, Lion Head, Devils Peak and Table Mountain and the Apostles were all visible but hazy in the afternoon sun. Chapmans Peak Drive wound and hugged around the steep mountain slopes with some precarious drops into the Atlantic. From the peak, I could see a downhill trek that led in the opposite direction towards Noordhoek. A ranger confirmed this. He too enquired about my return journey to Cape Town and informed that there in no transport to the east coast. I was disappointed. Instead of back tracking, I decided to walk towards Noordhoek. Call me ill-prepared. This downhill trek was steep but gradual, and from the cliffs were vertical drops into the ocean. With a little decent, I was surrounded by the familiar unique fynbos vegetation. Slangkop lighthouse on the coast was like a beacon guiding me to civilisation, hopefully a transport. There were some unique cultivated and manicured vegetation that resembled a cult-like habitat or community. After an hour and a half, descending the last leg on wooden steps, I reached Chapmans Peak Drive road. Noordheok lay several kilometres away. The sun shined intensely. I was tired but determined to continue and await my destiny. I exited this magnificent road after seven hours of walking – longer than I had planned for.  I was curious to find a bus stop sign. Where did the bus go to? Perhaps, to Noordhoek. Eventually one did appear after a half hour wait. I was just happy to see one. My legs were not cooperating well at that point. I entered the bus and stared at the driver, not knowing where this bus was travelling to or where my next destination was. There was silent stalemate. The driver just uttered one word, Fish Hoek! Yes, finally the answer to that pondering question that began before I even started out from Cape Town. Answered in one simple word. In my joy, I sat down without paying the driver which he eventually demanded. I wanted to inform all the people whom said there was no transport from here to the west coast that there was one. I was just happy to relax and enjoy the bus journey.


The coastal town of Fish Hoek, on the calm shores of False Bay, smelled of fish and seawater. It was sweet. I boarded a train to Simons Town. A curious little kid kept staring at me. The train route followed the delightful coastline. Houses were built from the narrow flat lowland and led uphill. The main roads ran parallel to the rail tracks. Simons Town lies in a sheltered bay on the east coast of Cape Peninsula protected by the high mountains on the west.  From the train station, I walked towards Saint George Street. Classical colonial homes line the waterfront street. Most have been converted into retail outlets. It is a lovely stroll amongst these wonderful architecture buildings. It is not quite “Africa”. From here, a few kilometres lies the popular Boulders Beach. Its popularity comes from the permanent colony of African of Jackass Penguins. Within the conservation area, they build nest into the sand and under the canopy of shrubs. They are not disturbed by presence of humans. At one section, you can get into the water and swim with the penguins. It was an experience seeing these petite creatures going about their daily routine in their natural surroundings. Large rounded granite boulders added a dramatic landscape especially in the setting sun against the deep blue water. In the distant, silhouettes of boats and land created a tranquil setting. I rushed back to town and eventually caught the last Metro Train back to Cape Town passing through lovely and quaint water front towns of Kalk Bay and Muizenberg. It had been a long day but the efforts were worth it. This journey eventually did bring to light about accessibility with local transport on the southern peninsula, west coast to the east coast and vice-versa. I went with little hope and lots of determination and eventually found a, rather relieved, solution.


Cape Town – Chapmans Peak Trek

25 July 2012

The taxi driver waited patiently at the hostel. I planned to hike the affectionately named, the Chappies – Chapmans Peak on the Atlantic Coast between Hout Bay and Noordhoek.  I had no choice but to hire an expensive taxi ride as there were no public transport on Chapmans Peak Drive. It was around 9 am when I was dropped off just before the toll on Chapmans Peak Drive. It was a lovely ride along the coast passing through picturesque towns, white sandy beaches and secluded coves and bays. I approached two elderly women whom were waiting for their transport. I enquired about the starting point towards Chapmans Peak. They looked with bewilderment! They were curious to know how I would return to Cape Town, is anyone aware of my plan and whereabouts and if I had any cell phone for emergencies. My simple answer to all their queries was negative. They were concerned. I thought I would just walk as long as possible and hopefully get a ride back to the Mother City. I just wanted to walk. They informed me that the starting point was several kilometres away. On this narrow road, sandwiched between the Atlantic and the vertical and rocky Apostles, I weighted my options. There was a trek just above the road. It looked steep. They informed me that this will also take me to Chapmans Peak but required an additional two hours. I had time. Today was sunny with a clear deep blue sky. On the mountain slope however, a dark shadow dominated the slopes as the sun was still below the peaks. The air was crisp and smelled fresh. It lifted my spirits. I walked uphill past remains of a stone fort into a gully like rocky trek.

With a little elevation, the early morning views of Sentinel Peak, the working harbour at Hout Bay and the shimmering deep blue sea was stunning. The foreground however was darkened in the shadow of the great mountain peaks. Unlike trekking on Table Mountain, today, the fynbos vegetation and numerous varieties of Proteases were exposed. The flora was distinctive, quite unlike any vegetation that I had witnessed. I loved the wilderness and the isolation. A jogger with a dog in tow went past and I just reconfirmed that I was on the right trek. I was alone with the elements and the rocky slopes of the formidable Apostles of Table Mountain. The well maintained rocky trek seemed to lead toward Chapmans Peak. At least that is what I had thought. My trek was soon, blissfully welcoming, was side-tracked to little fluttering rainbow coloured birds. The Sunbird. I was amazed with its wonderful array of colours and its fearless nature. The varieties of Sunbird was numerous – hues of yellow, blue, green, red, purple. All shimmered in the soft morning sun. They flew in short burst, sometimes hovered over flowers, like humming birds, feeding on the sweet nectar. They darted from one flower to another in quick succession. I wanted to capture these industrious birds on camera. I aimed and pointed but as I released the shutter, they moved to another site just a meter away. I tried numerous times and the result was the same, out of focus or totally devoid of the subject. My trek was slowed down as I was determined to capture just one picture in focus.

I walked back and forth chasing the magical Sunbird. The trek became “chasing the Sunbird trek”. The sun was already up above the rocky mountains, the views toward the water and the surroundings, became more impressive. White waves created by fishing boats leaving the harbour disturbed the otherwise still deep blue water. The dark shadow cast by the mountain extended towards the edge which dropped into the ocean below. A winding road, Chapmans Peak Drive, was wedged between the mountain and the sea. I told myself to get going and not be absorbed by the wonderful birds. I walked past a refreshing waterfall with an assortment of luxurious trees and shrubs literally below my feet. From here it seemed to be a long way up. I finally reached the “starting point” after two hours. From here-on the trek led uphill. The illustrious fynbos vegetation weaned off and left only with irregular rocks. I was alone with only a slight breeze and the blistering sun for company. Here, the formidable mountain was tumbling towards it birthplace, the sea.  I reached the top of the peak. I was surprised that there stood another peak, completely obscured earlier. However, the impressive views continued. I habitually do not wear a watch. The sun was high. It was nearing midday. I was a little concerned with time but brushed it aside. The journey took precedence. A downhill walk led me to an intersection and a little sign indicating some directions. One led uphill into the mountains and the other, which I took, led towards a mountain peak. On a ridge in an open high meadow, the wind blew strongly. From here I had my first view of the Ends’ of Africa – Cape Point. The white sandy beach coastline on the Atlantic stretched a long way . Several townships lay below on the south-west coast – Noordhoek, Slangkop and Kommetjie. In the distant south east was the coastal town of Fish Hoek, on the shimmering False Bay – hopefully my next destination. Before coming here, I was informed that there is no transport to Fish Hoek from the west. My only option to return to Cape Town was to get a ride back by road to Hout Bay via the Chapmans Peak Drive! I just took my chances and hopefully a kind soul would help me along the way. In the worst case scenario, I may need to catch an expensive taxi ride back, something that was in the back on my mind.