Category: Travel

  • Day 1 – Cape of Good Hope, Penguins, Hout Bay

    Day 1 – Cape of Good Hope, Penguins, Hout Bay

    Penguin colony at Simonstown

    I was met at Cape Town airport by the taxi transfer I had booked in advance, and went straight to the Victoria and Albert City Lodge. It’s being renovated so there was noise of drilling, but I slept anyway after the long travel time.

    Next morning, we assembled after breakfast to sign indemnity papers etc and finally meet our travelling companions.

    Time to introduce the cast of characters.

    First of all, the guides. Swise, the driver is a 6’ tall descendant of the Zulu tribe, unruffled and calm, clearly used to dealing with a bunch of needy clueless tourists.

    Tawanda, a Zimbabwean, is shorter than his colleague, but makes up for it with his thickset build. He talked about smiles and he has the perfect example of a broad South African hospitable face, crowned by short dreadlocks. 

    The Group;

    a Welsh couple

    a couple of stout German damen

    a German couple on their second marriage in slightly later life

    a young German couple who are on their honeymoon

    a retired English accountant

    another retired English man

    a single German female

    Me

    I had already met some of the English speaking people and we quickly realised we were in a minority! My Leaving Cert  German would have to be dredged up from the inner recesses of what passes for my brain these days.

    Thankfully there were no towels on the seats of the bus and we set out for the southern part of the Cape. 

    First stop – Hout Bay – used by English ships as a safe harbour.

    Also important for the timber that used to surround the area until the settlers cut it down for house and ship building. Manganese was a large part of the trade here at one time. Now it’s mainly cray fishing and we saw the fishing boats in the harbour. There is a fabulous beach there and I took the opportunity to paddle. The whole area is dazzlingly beautiful.

    Hout Bay Yacht Club
    Hout Bay Beach

    As we drove out of Hout Bay, a shanty town was visible to our right. 

    Tawanda drew our attention to it, referring to the two sides of South Africa- the poverty beside enormous wealth.

    The coastline is dotted with lavish homes taking advantage of the stunning views over the sea.

    Next to Simonstown to visit the colony of African penguins.

    This was cuteness overload. Wooden platforms have been built at either end of the beach to allow viewing, without disturbing these little guys.They have specially built little lairs in the undergrowth on land.

    African Penguins

    It’s unusual to have penguins in such warm areas. 

    Oh I do like to be by the seaside..

    They have adapted by cooling down via a gland above their eyes that allows them to release the heat of their bodies. They also have bare patches on their faces and hold their little flappers out from their bodies to cool down. They dive to cooler depths to lower their body temperature too, and despite all this, they are an endangered species. This is due to Man’s intervention and the depletion of guana piles that they use for breeding in. Most penguins breed on ice. These guys evolved only 2.4 million years ago, whereas their Antarctic counterparts are around for over 6 million years.

    The day was still young and we drove on to the Cape Reserve National Park.

    There , we climbed to the summit of Cape Point and down again, grabbed takeaway lunch in the restaurant and tackled the 1.5 hour trek to the Cape of Good Hope.

    Protea flower

    I will let the photos tell their own story. It was breathtaking and quite emotional when I actually got my photo taken at the Cape of Good Hope.

    It is a landmark in global sea journeys. I thought about all the explorers who passed by and also those not so lucky who were shipwrecked there, helpless in the face of the wind in the wrong direction, with no engine, GPS or radio to assist them.

    We gladly boarded the bus, exhausted, and made our way back to the city. 

    Next came a flavour of the way our days were to become action packed.

    We were given 2 hours to prepare for dinner in a restaurant with a live African band.

    We got our first flavour of African fare- kudu, Springbok and ox tongue were among the choices. An accompaniment of african beans, millet and maize was annoption, which was really a meal in itself.

    The band was amazing, totally percussion, playing Dave Brubeck’s Take Five on a wooden xylophone with a band of wooden percussion behind him. Fantastic version.

    This is a taste of what they played earlier…

  • Sweeping Southern Africa in Twenty One Days

    Sweeping Southern Africa in Twenty One Days

    Cape Town to Victoria Falls. My Itinerary

    It started with a cocktail in the tranquil setting of Domes Miramare, in the heart of South Corfu, where the date palms tower above the bamboos that lead to the sand and the blue sea stretches away allowing us to imagine and dream.

    ‘A three week tour from Cape Town to Victoria Falls, passing through the Okavango Delta – sounds marvellous’ my friend Jan said

    ‘ it does ‘ I replied ‘ I’ve only been to Africa once – Kenya- 1985…’

    (at that stage I had never heard of the Okavango Delta)

    ‘Would you be interested – really?’

    ‘Of course. Lets look more closely at the itinerary’

    And that was it. Plans were made, Deposits sent, vaccinations booked. Then disaster. Jan had a fall, leaving everything undecided while she had physiotherapy As the weeks went passed, Jan made steady progress, but not enough to allow her to travel.

    So I’m going on my own. In a group of twelve. I’ve packed already. I’m using things directly from my washbag. A real sign of excitement. The only way not to forget things.

    It’s a 21 day trip, on a lorry. The safari vehicles used by the company look a lot like lorries. They are custom built to withstand the roads of Africa and have air con, fridges and cooking stove. Large windows to allow you to get a good view. I wonder how they decide who gets to sit by the window. Maybe it’s rotated.

    My first leg of the journey is to get to Athens. From there I take a four hour plane ride to Doha, thence to Cape town on a nine hour forty five minute minute leg. Basically, we fly the whole length of Africa. What an enormous continent to say it takes almost half a day to fly over. That’s overnight tonight so I’ll be wearing my eye mask and hoping to get some sleep. It’s fun to think I won’t be driving a car for three weeks.

    Our vehicle for the next three weeks.
    Weaver Bird’s nest

    So follow along with me, and let me share my discoveries along the way. I’ll be finding out more about the bird who makes this nest and why and how if it’s not perfect, the female refuses to use it and the male must start again.

    Me at 2am in Doha en route to Cape Town

  • When sailing matters

    Caught up in the hurly burly storm of everyday life, people wonder what’s it like to step into a different reality – where the sun shines and you’re surrounded by water, magnificent greenery and in short Greece. Every year, friends come to visit to recharge their batteries and rekindle friendships.

    This blog is dedicated to Dara and Roisin

    The two Musketeers, Roisin and Dara, in Paxos

    They arrived in August late at night while we ate pizza in Ipsos. Pale and overdressed, they soon relaxed over wine and pizza, as the Dutch waiter also relaxed and took off his shirt behind the counter. It added to the abandonment of the occasion – arrival in the middle of a holiday island, the season in full swing.

    By the next day, they had acclimatised and we made plans to take Karolina, my 29 foot sailboat to Paxos for a few days.  

    We had  a wild passage between Corfu and Paxos and we were too tired to get off the boat that night, preferring to stay on board and cook some pasta. Next morning saw us up and about, on the SUP board, swimming and moving the boat into prime party position, at the pier wall. We now had our stern or back of the boat leading directly onto the quay allowing us to get on and off easily. This didn’t prevent our most experienced crew member, Dara, from slipping off the SUP board we had put in between the boat and the quay wall. She was out in a jiffy , unhurt.

    Dara’s idea of a fun day is cleaning and fixing things on a boat, so Roisin and I let her at it and did some serious clothes shopping. Roisin’s keen eye revealed to me how I could wear some clothes that had a truly Greek flavour. The town of Lakka was full of model like Italians, who walked around in glamourous whites and light blues, complimenting their tanned skin and incredible features. and that was only the men. Women and children were catwalk level. We just gaped as we ate dinner in the evening warmth.

    Back to the boat for a more relaxing sleep. My comrades had spotted that I had a lot of stuff in my cabin at the rear of the boat. They had vowed to clear it out before they alowed me sleep. I was banished to the cockpit as they pulled out the incredible array of stuff – dinghy cover, SUP bag, old solar panels, seat for the dinghy, the list went couldn’t sleep – how did you even get into the cabin with all this around you?

    When I eventually regained my cabin, I just laid back and fell into a deep sleep, but not before I had foraged a couple of cushions to make up for  the  lost stuff and soften the edges of my dreams.

    Next morning, we were first at the fournos or bakery for Bougatsa – like mille feuille with loads of creme vanille and spinach pie with Ellinikos coffee.

    Our journey home was easier – no big seas like on the journey down – we got to grips with the auto pilot and by the time we were approaching Ipsos, I was settled back on the prime seat at the back of the boat, watching the miles slip by and listening to hits from the 90s and feeling – so this is what  its all about. It takes time to get really comfortable with a boat and having Dara with me gave me that extra insight into what my lovely Karolina could do. I have to admit to being challenged by the ownership of a boat and being tempted to sell it. Equally, I believe a boat is meant to challenge you and teach you something. Maybe perseverence and patience is my lesson. Things change and it takes time to learn . I’m so happy I stayed with it.

    Our next excitement was an architectural one. Dara’s web of sailing friends had introduced us to a family in Paleokatrisa, who were related to the architect of the Municipal theatre in Corfu which is renowned for its ugliness, being a brutalist concrete heap, replacing an elegant charming edifice that was bombed by the Germans in  WW11. Musketeer Roisin is an architect. As we sat in the enchanting Lucciola Gardens, a bottle of red open and delicious mezzes on the table, Dara attempted to subtly warn her not to get into any argy bargy over the Theatre when we visited the family next day. What followed was a stream of intellectualism that left me grabbing the side of the table with laughter. Apparently the architects after the second world war believed they were going to change the world with their vision. The buildings would be bare, but adorned with plants, so we would feel connected with nature. That wasn’t the funny part. It was how she went into raptures about the theatre which apparently, she appreciated as it reflected the walls of the fortress of Corfu, and if we hadn’t dragged her away, she could have explained this to us and that it was as if Corbusier went to South America and came back again and we need to take more notice of what’s around us and not always rush her away.

    Still she was on her best behaviour next day and never once mentioned Corbusier or the theatre.

    The week flew past, full of conversations and laughter. Three people you would never have put together found common interests and held out opinions and took care of feelings and gently advised for the best in a setting that would scarcely have been possibe had I not moved away from Ireland.

    I struggled with my tears as I dropped them at the airport. Nothing compares to dear friends.

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