You’ve probably noticed that I don’t really give any helpful travel information. Ever.
Well, there’s a reason for that, and I’m just going to be straight with you — I don’t do any of the planning. At all. Not a stitch.
Andrew plans basically everything about our trips, and I find myself in the particularly enviable position of riding on his coattails.
And this is how, this past summer, I suddenly found myself here:
The route that will take you there, is Chapman’s Peak Drive. It’s possibly one of the most stunning drives on earth, and we took nary a photograph as we zipped along the base of Table Mountain and the dramatic bulkheads of the Twelve Apostles. Also, I don’t have the ability to appropriately convey how stunning it really is. Aside from helplessly repeating the word “stunning”.
But you know what? I’m not going to apologize for not having pictures of that drive. It was heavenly to simply enjoy being seated next to my love, holding hands, staring out the windows in abject wonder… not fiddling with a camera.
And anyway, we took pictures whenever we stopped, at places like this:
That’s right — I have no idea where we were when that picture was taken. Well… I’m pretty sure that’s the Atlantic Ocean… because we hadn’t arrived at the other side of the peninsula yet at this point… I think. BUT! Isn’t it beautiful? Yes it is.
Our tour guide Maxwell was pumped to show us these thatched houses near… Hout Bay perhaps? He was astounded by these houses, and shared his wonder with us. I want to be like that!
Honestly, I stare at maps of the southernmost tip of South Africa, south of Cape Town, and I barely know what I’m looking at. Are there any other travellers out there who admit that they’re a little clueless about the wonders they have seen? Maybe I’m the only one.
So yeah, Andrew and I make a great team — he plans, and I write about it. Poorly, but with great enthusiasm, and I plan to regain my previous momentum. Surely that’s worth something, right?