I have now been to the ends of the earth with Andrew! Well, at least, the tip of the African continent.
Some might say Cape Agulhas is the southern-most point. But they do say that the Cape of Good Hope is the south-WESTERN-most point. So, okay. I’m not sure if they’ve changed their minds on some of these definitions… seems to me that some of this is still up for debate among experts… of whom I am NOT one.
Anyhow! I said the other day that I was extremely pleased to not have had to fight off baboons on this day. I was particularly pleased to not even have to see them. I’m sure that to the many animal-loving people out there, this would be a huge disappointment. But me, not so much. It just made the day more perfect. I’ve seen pictures that other bloggers have posted of visiting this spot, and there were baboons everywhere. GROSS! So glad that wasn’t our experience.
So, not only were there no baboons… there were also no other tourists. Apparently this was also extremely amazing. Our tour guide Maxwell told us that every other time he’s visited the Cape of Good Hope, there have been scads of tourists everywhere, and getting a photo with the infamous sign was very difficult. He was quite floored that no one else was around. As I’ve seen a tonne of selfies online at this very location, it seems to me that he wasn’t kidding — there seems to be a constant flood of tourists to this exact spot for selfie opportunities. But nary a soul to be found during our visit. It kind of made me feel like a little kid, exploring the world around me.
Which makes me think about why we do that in the first place. Why do we go places and then take photos of ourselves there? It’s really kind of weird, isn’t it? Okay whatever, don’t worry, I won’t overthink it. Or at least, I won’t overthink it right now. 😉
We take photos of ourselves in faraway places for fun. That’s really what it is. Because this is what we’re doing with our life right now, and we’re really enjoying being together, and it’s fun to document it and look back and remember.
The elements out at the Cape of Good Hope there are quite harsh… as one might expect, at the tip of a continent. It’s like all these different currents are clashing right there — ocean currents and, what — trade winds? I’m not sure, I don’t know what I’m talking about, I’m no scientist. But the wind is pretty intense. I was afraid of losing my hat.
Then we piled back into the van and headed to Cape Point. This was pretty delightful and efficient — we got to see both on the same trip!
And now my ramblings will trail off a bit. As I look at these pictures, I wish I’d had more time to stare and absorb what I was seeing, when I was there in person. But, you know — it can be a real challenge to take the time to do this while traveling.
So anyway, they say this is where “two oceans merge”. But I think scientists have proven this wrong… something to do with currents? I have no idea. I thought about this as I looked out over the point… like, where do you really draw the line between Atlantic and Indian oceans anyway?
It was a pretty exhilarating day. Basically, it was a super-fun date with Andrew. And I didn’t lose my hat, so that was great too.
I figure I might as well point out the obvious… that there are other, much more time-consuming ways to see Cape Point and Cape of Good Hope. You can take special hikes, or simply choose a longer day trip than what we had signed up for. But, we had a lot on our agenda, and had to get going. It was either this or nothing. And I’m super-glad we chose THIS!