I am once again a day behind on my posts, so the feeling of sheer terror has somewhat slipped from my memory now. Have you ever wet your pants 6000 feet above sea level? Then you’re in good company. (Ha! I kid. If you’re reading this, you’re already awesome. And I only almost wet my pants.)
This is Table Mountain. It is flat on top for much of the range (is it technically a range?). You can’t come to Cape Town without going to the top. Given how tragically gorgeous the city is, I knew I had to go see it from above.
You take a sassy little cable car to the top. Unless you’re one of those idiots who wants to climb the stairs up. This takes an hour minimum allegedly. Do you enjoy altitude sickness and vertigo? Then I highly recommend it! Personally, I like the car and how the floor spins so that you get a 360 degree view of all the things that could kill you if you fall.
Victory! I’m so glad I did it, because I would have missed out on the prettiest view this side of the Mississippi. (Yep, I’m going to show you shots of Memphis now.)
Also, Kay gave me some motivation to do this when we talked about what I should do in Cape Town: “They have wine up there!” My first thought was that I needed to take the edge off before I headed up, but having some Sauvignon Blanc on top of the world is terribly serene and relaxing and amazing.
I give myself credit for spending an hour up here. On the way down I was an old pro and filmed the entire ride. Progress, f@$& yeah! (Also, that black line on the right is starting to bother me, so I promise to visit Apple when I get back.)
Now it was my time to shine. On terra firma, I went to Seapoint. Walking along the beach always calms me. (Also, what kind of fabulous city has both that kind of mountain and a beautiful ocean view? Plus penguins! More on that tomorrow.)
Across the street was a delightful Italian-ish restaurant with outdoor seating. Sign me up.
Springbok ravioli changed my life. How do we go about importing these delightful meats?? I’m sure Customs at O’Hare is a great place to start the dialogue. I’ve always wanted an invasive strip search.
When I got back to my hotel, I had a surprise waiting for me.
A sincere thank you to Victoria & Alfred Hotel for the rose. I’m fancy!
Time for dinner and 24. A demain!