The Overberg
Collecting Jackie
I’m excited and nervous all at once this morning. I need to get cleaned up, packed, pick up the laundry, check out of the hotel, and get transport to the airport to meet Jackie, whose flight is landing at 8:50 a.m. I woke up at 7:15 and the mad rush began. I showered and packed, but I had to wait till 8 a.m. to pick up my laundry in the wash-and-fold up the street.
I called Fish for a taxi, but the timing was not going to work for him. Last night I had a lengthy discussion with the hotel staff about reserving a cab this morning, but I turned down the offer, so I had to arrange a taxi. I went to get the laundry, and on the way out I asked the front desk about a taxi. They said there was one waiting for me—I guess the guy did arrange it last night, so now I was really rushed. I ran up to get the laundry, packed it in my crammed suitcase, grabbed a couple of pieces of bread from the restaurant, and hopped in the taxi.
I snapped some photos from the back of the cab on the way to the airport. It was a gray morning, the first I’ve experienced in Cape Town. I wanted to get some shots of the imposing cooling towers by the side of the N2 highway. These towers are part of the Athlone Power Station, which was operational from 1962 until 2003. Last month, the metal rings collapsed on one of the towers, prompting the immediate demolition of the towers. This will happen weeks from now in May 2010.

Abandoned cooling towers near the Cape Town airport.

The walled-in Langa township on the outskirts of Cape Town.

Langa is the oldest township in Cape Town and was the source of significant resistance during the apartheid era.
Beside the airport is the Langa suburb of Cape Town. One of the oldest townships in Cape Town, it was designated a living area for blacks in the 1920s—the practice of apartheid was in place before the policy became official in 1948.
I made it to the airport and I waited in the international terminal for some time. It’s a small airport, so there was no chance of missing Jackie. I just hoped she made the flight. She flew British Airways from New York to London, then London to Cape Town. But, a British Airways strike was looming, so I wasn’t sure if her flight was canceled or if she made her connection. At long last, she did appear through the doors from customs—tired but excited.
We picked up the car, walked the long labyrinth of paths out to the lot (there is still a lot of construction at this airport in preparation for the World Cup in June), and inspected the car. We will drive a white Chevy Cruze, a four-door sedan.
First, I wanted to spin around the parking lot for a bit to try this right-hand driving routine. Driving on the right side of the car and driving on the right side of the road had me a little worried. Shifting with the opposite arm, looking in the opposite direction, I’m hoping I can do it. Thankfully, the gear box is configured the same way, and the gas, brake, and clutch are in the same order too.
After spinning around the lot for a minute or two, much to the wonderment of the construction workers, we took to the airport loop road. First task: find our way out of the airport. We drove around for awhile and were warned that there are no signs yet (construction). We got lost a bit and ended up at a military base entrance, then another car rental place, where we found ourselves in need of the reverse gear. Embarrassingly, we could not figure out how to put it in reverse! There’s no button, lifting or pressing the stick down did not work… Eventually, someone from the nearby rental office came out to help us with our reverse problem, and got us out of the airport too. Turns out there’s a little ring under the shifter’s knob that must be lifted in order to get into reverse. I’ve not driven for so long that I was not up on the latest car safety features.
Soon, we were heading east on the N2. I was doing it—driving on the wrong side of the road. After trying to visualize doing this for the past few days, I finally came up with a system: like the States, always keep the centerline on the driver’s side of the car.
On the road
Jackie and I drove out the N2 highway to Strand, where we turned south on R44 along the coast. Overberg means “over the mountain” and is the breadbasket of the cape. Strand was a rather colorless, mundane seaside town with inappropriately high towers. We were looking for lunch, but there was nothing that piqued our interest here. We continued on to Gordon’s Bay, where we stopped at a seaside restaurant. I had calamari grilled in garlic which was pretty good. While we were here, we called ahead and booked a place in Hermanus for this evening.
Past Gordon’s Bay, we stopped off at an overlook where the beach below was host to a flock of surfers. The mountain was covered in fynbos, the low-lying shrub that covers this part of the country. Although clouds covered the mountaintops, the view was still beautiful.

Jackie taking a photo of a couple watching the surfers on the beach below.

A blonde couple watches the surfers in the water below.

A coastal mountain hovers over the small town of Rooiels Bay. I would not sleep soundly at night in one of those houses below the mountain knowing boulders could land in my living room.
Penguin colony
Near Betty’s Bay, we saw a sign for a penguin colony and decided to bite. Neither of us knew there was a colony here, and it was a nice surprise. I’d seen penguins near the Cape of Good Hope a few days ago, but I wasn’t sure if Jackie had seen them before. Turns out she has, in South America, but we’ll stop in anyway to see some more.
The Stony Point penguin colony is much larger than the Boulders colony on the opposite side of the bay. We spent an hour gawking at the penguins, cormorants, and a lone seal. The beach does not look good for swimming, it is very rocky and filled with seaweed.

The beach in Betty's Bay, where we stopped to see the penguin colony.

A rusted out sign for the penguin colony near Betty's Bay.

Seaweed has a firm hold on the beach at Betty's Bay.
Perhaps because of their exotic nature to us northerners, penguins seem endlessly entertaining. I can’t tell you how many photos Jackie and I took of these bird-seal hybrids.

African penguins, also known as the Jackass Penguin for its bray, reside in about two-dozen colonies along the southwest coast of Africa. Mostly on islands, there are two colonies on the mainland. This one is near Betty's Bay, about 100 kilometers east of Cape Town.

Penguins standing about on the coast at Betty's Bay.

The penguin colony at Stony Point, on the opposite side of the bay from the cape.

A penguin in midair.
These two must be related, they seem to be in tune with one another.
After watching these strange birds for awhile, you begin to project human emotions to them. These three shots struck me for their emotional quality:

A penguin walking around the sandy beach at Betty's Bay.

A penguin with attitude turns to give me the evil eye.

Happy one moment, depressed the next. This penguin look like he's down in the dumps.
This place is not called Stony Point for nothing. It is very rocky, but it is the gradient of color from the deep brown near the water to the bright white at the tips which makes it so beautiful. Then there’s the yellow lichens growing on the tips, too.

The coast at Betty's Bay is very rocky and attracts penguins year-round.

Waves crash on the rocks at Stony Point while a seal and a flock of birds relax in the sun.
Penguins nest on the bare ground, where they gather a few sticks to make something that resembles a nest.

A penguin nest in the grass in the Stony Point colony.

A penguin sleeps on its nest.

This little guy stood frozen against this rock. I think it's his nest, or he may have a personality disorder.
We took a lot of penguin photos, but they are fun to watch and certainly exotic to see.

Jackie snapping some photos of the crashing waves at the Betty's Bay penguin colony.

A lizard at the Stony Point penguin colony.

Caught airborne, these penguins are heading for higher ground. Behind, a molting penguin patiently waits for his new coat so he can swim (and eat) again.
We caught these two getting intimate with one another.

Making overtures.

I see you!

These two penguins are getting lovey-dovey.

Two penguins ready for some action.

Where is it?

Oh, baby...
Finally, our penchant for penguins was exhausted, and we took a few more shots of them, and the other wildlife that largely goes unnoticed, and pressed on to Hermanus. We did not have a long drive today, so we had time to sightsee.
Hermanus
We arrived in Hermanus around 5 p.m., tracked down our room for the evening in the Hermanus Esplanade. We stayed in a self-catering apartment for R300, or about $45. Of course, the place was not four-star, or two-star for that matter, but it did the trick.

Our first hotel was the Hermanus Esplanade, an old resort by the sea. We had our own two-story efficiency with a small, walled-in patio, a kitchen with living space (seen here), and a bedroom upstairs.

These are the stairs leading up to the bedroom and bathroom in our Hermanus Esplanade apartment.

Our bedroom in Hermanus. Good colors here.

These flowers are growing over the wall where we stayed in Hermanus. I thought the colors were nice.
Most notable were the stairs, which were treacherous, at best. Also, there was no shower, only a large bath. But, the beds were comfortable and clean.
After we settled in, we strolled around town scoping out dinner options. There is a small harbor with fishing boats and fish-cleaning tables by the water. The town is situated above the coast, making this more of a seaside town rather than a beach destination.
The primary activity here is whale watching. And, one need not get in a boat to do it. This town claims to be the best land-based whale watching town in the world, where you can sit on the high bluffs and see whales breach from the stability of land. Unfortunately, this mainly happens between June and December, so no whale sightings for us on this visit.

The harbor in Hermanus near sunset. Hermanus is known as the best whale-sighting city in the world. During mating season (June through December) you can sit on the cliffs overlooking the bay and see the whales breach.

The view from the small, seaside town of Hermanus. The town claims this to be one of the best land-based whale-watching spots on Earth. But, the whales are only around June through December.

The Dassie, or Rock Hyrax, is one of four species in the Hyracoidea order. They live in Africa and parts of the Middle East. This one has fine nails and a frown on its face.

This fountain is in the center of Hermanus, known for its whale watching.
The town has recently undergone a renovation of sorts, I looked at images in Google Maps and the entire waterfront area has changed. Now there is a nice park overlooking the ocean, and a former parking lot is now an outdoor eating area for surrounding restaurants. Fountains were built and streets realigned.
We settled on a place called Fusion Cafe. Jackie got a salad, which was presented as a tower, and I got a curry. We sat, talked, enjoyed a nice pinotage, and took some photos.

We ate at an outdoor restaurant with a view of the ocean. The food was surprisingly good too.

Our dinner has arrived at the Fusion Cafe in Hermanus. I got a curry, which lies waiting under that papadum with chutney on top. Jackie got a salad, which was piled high and delicious to boot.

Jackie's dinner was a stacked salad, and it was good.

We had a lovely dinner for our first night. Good food, and good wine.
We walked around town a little after dinner. I wanted to find a phone card, and we both took some photos of town. We headed back around 10:30 p.m. and fell asleep soon after that.

The main gathering area in Hermanus, where all the trendy restaurants and nightclubs are located.

The harbor in Hermanus at night. It's amazing what one light can do.

An old Land Rover in Hermanus. Odd that the headlights are set back next to the grille--no peripheral light.

Our small patio in Hermanus Esplanade. This place looks like it was popular decades ago, and now it's just riding out the years.
Cape Agulhas
The next day we decided to visit Cape Agulhas, the southernmost point in Africa. Not that this would be a super-special place, but it was a way to see the Overberg and another part of the coast. The land flattens out as one heads south to the cape. It is also hotter and drier here too. We spotted some ostrich farms along the way. We were also pulled over a few times, random police checks. Are they looking for a criminal on the loose?

On our way to Cape Agulhas we came upon these ostriches in the distance. While it is a farm, they are the first ostriches I've seen outside a zoo.

This, oddly, is among my favorite photos, not necessarily because of the composition, but the accidental tilt-shift effect, which makes the subject look like a miniature model.
The landscape at the cape is beautiful. Green ocean, with brown and gray rocks. Quite lovely. After passing through the nearby town, there is a kilometer-long gravel road to the southernmost point. We’re here, right? May as well see it.

The southernmost point on the continent of Africa is Cape Agulhas. Whether it's where the Indian and Atlantic Oceans meet is up for discussion, but it is a pretty spot.

The coast is very rocky here, and those that are not inundated by the tide, are decorated with orange lichens.

Jackie and I hiked on the rocks, exploring the coast and gazing on the green water.

The sign to Cape Agulhas, the southernmost tip of Africa.

These gulls are diving into the water to catch fish. On the left, the splash left from one who just entered the water. On the right, one is about to take the dive.
We hiked around the rocks and I came across a large tidal pool which occupied me for some time.

I took a closer look at this tidal pool and found crabs, fish, and anemone.

A sea anemone in a tidal pool at the bottom of Africa.

Crabs in a tidal pool at Cape Aguhlas.

A sea star clings to a rock in a tidal pool at Cape Agulhas.
Soon we drove to the lighthouse at the edge of town. The lighthouse was built in 1848 and is now a museum. We walked around for 10 minutes, then continued on our way.
To the Garden Route
We left a little after two o’clock and we had some ground to cover yet. We booked a place in the town of Knysna (pronounced “nize-na”), one of the big towns along the Garden Route. We drove back north, were stopped by the police again, and hit a grocery store in Swellendam.

It's the end of summer here, and the fields have been harvested.

The R319 toward Swellendam through the dry Overberg.
Swellendam is one of the oldest towns in South Africa. Its population is around 30,000, but you wouldn’t know that if you visited on a Sunday. The main street was deserted, and everything was closed except the grocery store. We picked up some car food: bread, apples, and nuts, and continued on our way.

As we approached the N2 and Swellendam, the mountains reappeared, a welcome sight.

Swellendam is an old town in the Overberg. It is truly deserted on this Sunday though.

Sheep graze on barren fields near the town of Kragga.

The world's largest refinery was build outide Mossel bay in the 1980s. The city is the gateway to the Garden Route, where the mountains meet the coast to support forests.
The drive to Knysna was long, but nice. Mossel Bay marks the western side of the Garden Route, and a massive oil refinery marks the outskirts of Mossel Bay. Knysna, on the other hand, is located deep within the Garden Route. Over the next couple days, we will visit the forests of the Garden Route.















