The vista out at the windswept cape was incredible - barren cliffs of horizontally bedded siltstones and sandstones worn away into sharp peaks with teal ocean and white beaches fringing their base... sea birds hovered in the wind and wave after wave of intermixed Indian and Atlantic waters crashed on the rocks far below. It was quite a sight! Although the Cape of Good Hope is not technically the southernmost point of Africa, it is considered by most to be the end of the continent and the division between the Indian and Atlantic Oceans. While gazing at the view, we met a couple from Victoria who were just finishing up a six month trip from Morrocco to South Africa. They looked well traveled, happy, tanned, and apparently a lot skinnier than when they left home.
Northbound, we passed ostrich farms and quiet little towns perched overlooking the sea as we made our way back to the town of Fish Hoek (!) in the north. Vineyards grew up the hillsides in Constantia, and vendors sold wood carvings at wide spots in the road where drivers were pulling over to take in the magnificent view south over the towns clinging to the hillside with smooth blue waves below. The lee side of the cape is definitely the west side, and we soon realized that people have capitalized on this in the areas of Camps Bay and Bantry Bay. These communities are suburbs of Cape Town, really, located on the southwest side of Table Mountain. This is more like what I had pictured Cape Town to be - seaside condos and resorts on every available piece of land, stores and restaurants lining the beach drive along white beaches bordered by palm trees and busy with sunlovers. We basically could've been driving through South Beach in Miami.
The road hooked right in with the main drag in Cape Town and we were able to drop off the car and get home in time to crack open our bottle of Lanzerac red from the vineyard yesterday. We shared a glass or three with a nice 66 year old British woman who has been traveling for years alone and is taking the train to Mozambique tomorrow with no plans and only 70 British Pounds in her pocket and a blanket just in case she can't find a place to sleep. Just because she can. Oh, and she was sure to tell us that she just became a great grandmother last week. We were humbled - what stories she has to tell, and all because she loves to travel. Funny how no matter who you meet while on the road, we will all have that in common :)