Cape Town sits between the ocean and mountain. Table Mountain
fills the sky above the waterfront, casting shadow over the harbour
at dawn, glowing amber at sunset. The city moves fast with trams
rattling, buskers on Long Street, fish sizzling at Harbour House
while seals bark below the tables. But just twenty minutes out,
penguins waddle across the sand at Boulders Beach. An hour into the
winelands, you are tasting chenin blanc under aged oak trees, with
the Stellenbosch mountains purple in the afternoon heat. Or a short
boat journey takes you to visit Robben Island, where Nelson Mandela
was imprisoned.
Small ship cruises from Cape Town head west to Namibia, where
the Skeleton Coast lives up to its name. Dunes drop into the
Atlantic at Walvis Bay. Seals cover the jetties. Flamingos turn the
lagoons pink. A journey into the western desert is a must. Or they
turn east around the Cape of Good Hope, following the wild coast to
Gqeberha, East London, Durban. Each port opens onto something
inland, such as game reserves in the Eastern Cape where rhino graze
within sight of the road, or the green valleys of KwaZulu-Natal
humid and lush, with connections to Kruger, Victoria Falls, and the
Okavango Delta. The Garden Route threads between them, with a
slower pace and worth adding on either side of your sailing.
Some voyages reach even further. North to Angola, São Tomé, the
Cape Verdes. East to Madagascar, Mozambique, Mauritius, the
Seychelles and on to Asia. A few cross the Atlantic towards South
America. The flight from the UK is ten hours overnight, but you
arrive in the same time zone, with no jet lag, straight into the
day.