Hiking Table Mountain, and Other Cape Town Activities

After my misadventure in departing Khartoum, I was ready for a week in Cape Town. It was both an amazing time and a terrible time, but all for the same reason. I was getting comfortable in Khartoum, accepting that I can't go to a bar to have a drink, driving down the street requires swerving around tuk-tuks and potholes, and being OK that I don't understand what half the signs in the grocery store say. Khartoum is, therefore, the opposite of Cape Town. So on the positive side, Cape Town was awesome because it let me do things I love to do, and I was on vacation. On the negative side, Cape Town was terrible because it showed me everything I don't have in Khartoum and made me finally understand some of the things I gave up to come to Sudan.

But I powered through, because that's what I do. On Tuesday, the day I arrived, I walked around center city, along the waterfront, and did a tour of Robben Island, which is most famous for being where Nelson Mandela was imprisoned for 18 years. The tour, which lasted about 4 hours total, including the boat rides to and from the island, provided a good overview of apartheid South Africa, but the setup of the tour--requiring to stay on a bus and therefore no room for self-exploration--left some to be desired. I can understand why they do it that way, with most of the main sites spread out, but it was still disappointing to feel like we were just being shuttled from highlight to highlight. The most impactful part of the tour was the ending portion, where a former prisoner on the island told us his story, from the reason he was imprisoned to his work on the island to what he did after he was released. It helped to put a human face on the conditions in the prison.

That was a pretty full day for my first day in-country, so I rested well that night, in large part because I knew I would need to wake up at 5:30am the next day to hike up Table Mountain. Table Mountain is perhaps the image of Cape Town everyone knows. Rising more than 3,500 feet above sea level, it has a nice flat top (hence, "Table") and some relatively steep cliffs to get there. There are no roads to the top, just a cable car and paths. Being of the adventurous type, I hiked it (don't worry, I paid to go with a guide). The 4 hour hike was amazing. Spectacular views and vantage points that kept changing as we went past different cliffs, around new formations, etc. Especially coming on the heels of a full day of walking around Cape Town, my legs and feet were feeling the effort, but it was an incredible experience that I'm glad I had. My group had six others and two guides, so we were a happy group of 9 trekking up the mountain. And the best part was that we were all relatively equal in terms of capabilities, which meant that no one got left behind and no one ended up too far in front. I also discovered that I love scrambling up rocks--with the steep cliffs, occasionally there is no path, so climbing up some rocks is the only way--and I hope to find other opportunities to do that moving forward. But as much fun as the climb was, getting to the top was even better. The views of Cape Town and the surrounding countryside, especially to the south, was well-earned. After a brief walk around the top of the mountain, we went back down, although this time by cable car (we're not stupid!).

This reminded me of Devil's Pool at Victoria Falls!

The most unique house, which is saying a lot for Bo-Kaap!

I made it back to my hotel around noon, which was great because it meant I still had a lot of time to do things, but also problematic in that it meant I still had a full day in front of me but no energy. After a brief rest, I set out again for the colorful Bo-Kaap neighborhood (which translates to "Upper Cape"). Bo-Kaap is where the Cape Malays--people from Southeast Asia brought by the Dutch to the Cape Town area--predominantly live. As such, it is a heavily Muslim neighborhood, and I even heard a call to prayer. But what Bo-Kaap is most famous for is the colorful houses on the very hilly streets. There isn't a real reason for the colors. The story goes that residents at some point began painting their houses in the vivid colors rather than the stale white in preparation for Eid, and neighbors conferred with one another on the shades they were using to make sure their houses didn't clash. That tradition has continued, and now it is a very distinct neighborhood!

After wandering the streets of Bo-Kaap for awhile, I eventually ended up at Sea Point, a posh neighborhood. It was in Sea Point that I found Hudson's a burger restaurant. I took a seat at a bar stool around the edge of their outdoor area, overlooking the street (and in the very far distance, the water). As it was a Wednesday night, people were coming in and chatting with their friends, sitting around having appetizers and beers and being social in a happy hour setting. That's when the odd Khartoum life really struck me. I know that in the US I didn't do happy hours with friends all that often, but at least I could do it. Just like in Cape Town, I could. However, in Khartoum, I can't.

With my feet failing me, I called it a night. I woke up late the next day and meandered my way through breakfast. There was one thing left in Cape Town on my "must do" list, so I figured I'd slowly meander my way to it. After a nice saunter along the waterfront, I arrived at Cape Town Stadium. Opened in 2009 in time for the 2010 World Cup, then stadium sits prominently along the waterfront. I opted to pay the fee for an official tour, and as luck would have it, I was the only one on the tour. My private tour of Cape Town Stadium was amazing--I was like a kid in a candy store. We went through the regular seating areas, the VIP areas, the stadium jail, the locker rooms, and eventually walked out the tunnel where players come from and onto the pitch. Well, just shy of the grass (we're not allowed on it). It. Was. Awesome.

For my final day in Cape Town, I rented a car and decided to drive down to the Cape of Good Hope (which I just learned actually isn't the southernmost point in Africa, but I would still like to pretend that it is). The weather cooperated with me for several days, but Friday was not one of them. Temperatures hovered in the upper 40s and low 50s, the wind was howling at 30+ mph, and there was a pelting rain all day. But I don't know the next time I'll get to the area, so I set out anyway. I drove the scenic route to the Cape and made it all the way to the funicular to the lighthouse. I intended on walking up to the lighthouse, but given the weather conditions, decided better of it. I took the funicular up, which still leaves you a few minutes from the lighthouse itself, and then me and about a dozen other tourists just stood there looking, as if all of us were daring the others to go out first. Remember how I said I don't know when I'll be there again?  With that mentality, I took a deep breath and just started going. I walked along all the paths to see where I'd be able to see through the rain and fog to the cliffs below.

I eventually came across a relatively clear-ish view, took the necessary pictures, and then headed back to the funicular and my rental car. While I would have liked to have spent more time there, the weather made it a bad decision, so I drove off and headed back to the airport for my flight home, albeit it with a few detours. The first was to Simon's Town, which is most famous for its boulders and colony of African penguins (I saw some at Robben Island too). Then as I was getting close to the airport, I realized I still was super early, so I drove out into South African wine country, through Stellenbosch, just to see the picturesque scenery (through the clouds and fog), and then made my way to Somerset West, which is also known for its vineyards and looks like a big resort town. Having completed my loop through Cape Town's eastern suburbs, I returned the car at the airport and waited for my not-as-painfully-delayed flight back to Khartoum.

It was a great trip and one of the 10 places I have listed as a Dream Location (the pin in my map has now moved to Lalibela, which was my original destination for this trip before I switched it to Cape Town). I'm glad I was able to pack so much into my four days, although I'm not sure how wise it was for me to take such a culture shock after nearly 4 months straight in Sudan. In any case, I'm happily back in Khartoum and getting readjusted, ready for my next trip out of the country (in just a few days...always planning my next escape!).

In honor of me going to South Africa, here's a video of Trevor Noah I know I've posted before, but it just feels right here!