Cape Town Revisited
When I met my OH in 2002 we each had a different favourite city in the world, which the other had not visited, so we made a promise to see each place together. In 2005 I went to Vancouver, his choice, and a very good one too, this is the story of my choice – Cape Town, South Africa at Easter in 2008.
I lived in Cape Town, on and off, between 1973 and 1984 and fell in love with this beautiful city. I was eager to return with my (new) husband to show him my favourite parts. It had been over eight years since my last visit to the Mother City and a lot longer since I had travelled along the Garden Route, so I was keen to explore old and new places and show him what I thought made this the best city in the world. On arrival at the politically neutral named Cape Town International airport we picked up the VW Polo hire car and drove to our first destination in Constantia. We were staying in a lovely, welcoming bed and breakfast close to the beautiful Kirstenbosch National Botanical Gardens.
The only slightly off-putting aspect was the electric fencing surrounding the property and the guard at the entrance of the electronic gates. Oh, how things have changed, and not necessarily better for anyone. I was concerned that this might put my husband off. He already had some misgivings about visiting the country because of its notorious crime rate. Seeing the neighbourhood covered in ‘Armed Response’ signs wasn’t going to appease him.
The weather on the other hand was perfect with azure blue skies, a soft, gentle breeze and it was pleasantly warm. Having unpacked in our large bright bedroom, overlooking gardens to the front and rear, we strolled up to Kirstenbosch to stretch our legs after the long flight from London, via Windhoek and get some well-needed sunshine.
This botanic garden is so tranquil and the backdrop of Table Mountain is so dramatic I could have stayed here for the entire trip photographing the many spectacular proteas and sunbirds. It became a regular evening walk during our stay.
Later we drove over Constania Nek and down to Hout Bay and along the coast road to Llandudno hoping to see a decent sunset, but cloud on the horizon put paid to that idea. As we drove back to the B&B we called in for a meal of Kingklip, a firm white, buttery, local fish and chips at the Constantia Nek Hotel and Pub.
A South Westerly brought in rain, wind and cloud overnight, but it brightened up over breakfast which was excellent – fresh fruit salad and yoghurt, cooked breakfast with choice of eggs, multi seeded bread and good coffee.
We drove into the city and parked in the eerily empty Grand Parade, where the Italianate City Hall is located, and made our way along Adderley Street for a wander through the Government Gardens or ‘Company’s Gardens‘ as it is also known. The pedestrianized tree-lined Government Avenue links the top-end of Adderley Street to Orange Street where you will find the famous Mount Nelson Hotel, “Cape Town’s famous pink hotel”, with her distinctive blush-tint and English High Teas. Tea at the ‘Nellie’ (as it is fondly referred to by locals) starts at 2.30 pm and runs until 5.30 pm. (And where I actually worked when I first arrived in Cape Town back in 1973).
The grey squirrels which inhabit the trees lining Government Avenue are a delight, though this one isn’t really sticking his tongue out.
They were introduced by Cecil Rhodes in 1890. These are larger than their European counterparts and the Garden’s oak trees and plenty of water channels offer a perfect habitat.
They are fairly habituated to humans and will eat out of your hand, you can find someone to sell you a packet of peanuts with which to feed them. However, the downside is that you may also see huge rats. It has its own rose garden, aviary and fish-pond. In fact they used to sell off some of the fish from here when they got too big or too many, though I don’t know if that practice still occurs.
Also within the Gardens is the ‘Tuynhuys‘ which is used by the President on state occasions (and not open to the public), the neo-classical designed ‘Houses of Parliament’ with its distinctive red brickwork and impressive porticoes with extravagant Corinthian capitals, the ‘Delville Wood Memorial’ and the ‘Rutherfoord Fountain’
This area is known as ‘Museum Mile’ in that the vast majority of Cape Town’s museums are concentrated into the same small space around Government Avenue including the South African Museum and National Gallery.
The Iziko Slave Lodge lies just outside the entrance on the corner of Adderley Street and Wale Street and is now a Cultural History Museum. Close by in Greenmarket Square you will find another museum in the Old Town House.
We strolled along to Greenmarket Square where a flea market is held, but found that rather disappointing as there were only a few African craft stalls present and all selling the same objects (wood or soapstone animals, wire and bead ornaments, masks etc.) which to be honest looked mass-produced. The city centre was a bit like a ghost town with hardly anyone about and it felt a little unnatural. My last visit to the city was in December 2000 and it had been much livelier with buskers and shoeshine ‘boys’ so I can only assume that Sunday is not the best day to venture into the centre.
Chilling out on Signal Hill
Leaving the centre we drove up Kloofnek Road to the cable car station only to find it closed due to high winds at the top of Table Mountain. Another fail. With the weather becoming increasingly blustery and chilly I needed to find somewhere to impress the OH.
We retraced our route back to Kloofnek Road and then headed across and up Signal Hill, the lion’s rump, which connects Kloof Nek with Lion’s Head.
From the top you have a spectacular viewpoint over Green Point (home to the 2010 World Cup Stadium), Sea Point, Robben Island and the north coast around Table Bay. This used to be open waste ground, but has been radically improved in recent years with tarmac surfaced, designated parking bays and public toilets. Wild helmeted guinea fowl ran around the car-park. The spectacular views over Cape Town were unchanged and apparently it is still the place for locals to go for sundowners. A heavy squall sent us running back to the warmth and shelter of the car and to consider where next to go.
Wandering the Waterfront
We decided on the Victoria and Alfred Waterfront and discovered that this is where Capetonians go on a Sunday. I love the hustle and bustle of the Waterfront, but as I am not a shopaholic, a short visit is all I need to drink in the atmosphere. It is lively, busy and again has that lovely backdrop of Table Mountain and is the place where you can catch a ferry over to Robben Island.
We stopped for a drink outside a little bar so we could people watch and then headed to the Two Oceans Aquarium, which I believe to be the best Aquarium in the world.
I recall the original Victoria and Alfred basins; it was from here that liners stopped en route from UK to Australia, the starting point for the Cape to Rio yacht race and where once a little café served the best fish and chips in Cape Town, quite possibly the original Bertie’s Landing Restaurant near the Victorian Gothic-style Clock Tower.
We returned to Constantia via Green Point, Sea Point, Three Anchor Bay, Clifton and Camps Bay – where only the brave venture for a swim into the icy waters of the Atlantic. On reaching Hout Bay we sought out the Mariners Wharf where we had dinner. If you like seafood then this is the place (no pun intended) for you. Chowder soup, calamari and prawns, followed by crème brulee for me and prawn chilli soup, grilled game fish and cheesecake for him together with a Greek salad and an excellent bottle of De Waal Pinotage from Stellenbosch cost us the princely sum of £35
Originally posted in April 2013 this post is a contribution to Fandango’s Flashback Friday. Have you got a post you wrote in the past on this particular day? The world might be glad to see it – either for the first time – or again if they’re long-time loyal readers.
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Lots of very happy memories in this post, Jude.
Indeed. I could have spent my life in Cape Town, but it wasn’t to be. Probably not the same now anyway and not for the better.
I couldn’t comment on your Vancouver post as comments are closed. But it’s right up there with my favourite cities. I’ve a sort of feeling we won’t get beyond Europe ever again , so I’ll have to content myself with this enticing post about Cape Town
I closed off comments as I was getting a lot of spam on older posts images. It seems to have stopped the spam, but it is annoying. Still it is rare anyone visits older posts. The whole road-trip was a true delight and I am so glad that I went there one last time. No family there now so no reason to return, though I will always love the country. Like you, I have a feeling that long-haul travel is over for me although I would like one last trip downunder.
My question was, did OH love it too, but I see from other comments he did. I haven’t been to SA, but I have been to Vancouver, which we both loved. I had travelled so little when I met John that I had nowhere to recommend. I suppose his was Rome, which I didn’t fall in love with. That possibly marks me out as strange!
I thought I would love Vancouver as it has similar features to CT – by the sea and mountains – but I loved Vancouver Island more. I have only spent a few hours in Rome and don’t have the urge to return.
We only went onto the island to visit Butchart Gardens, but having connected with several bloggers there I now know it could merit quite a long stay on its own merits.
Oh, definitely. We loved the Pacific Rim area. And up north too – Telegraph Cove and Alert Bay.
As interesting as I found this tour of Cape Town (somewhere I would like to visit), what really struck me was the reference to a Cape to Rio yacht race. Gads, that’s quite the distance, it puts the Sydney to Hobart race to shame! I see there’s a race scheduled for 2023.
Only you would spot that reference! I only once saw them setting off, it was quite a sight with Table Bay full of yachts. My ex at the time once owned a little yacht and wanted to partake in the race, but he never did.
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