It seems synchronistically appropriate that my 150th blog post is about the real tip of Africa – that southernmost point even more south than Cape Town and the Peninsula where I live and where the might of the Atlantic and Indian oceans supposedly lock horns.
I have wanted to visit for a while, not only for the photographic opportunities and a growing interest in lighthouses, but because I blog about how blessed I am to be living on the tip of Africa. I felt drawn and obliged to visit.
It’s hard to describe what it’s like standing in that magical spot marked with an invisible “X”. In a way I was at the end of the Earth and expected something dramatic. Instead the ocean was disturbingly calm and a pallet of turquoise wrapped around indigo, rather than waves lashing the shore in rage, or even gales. After all, this is the treacherous southern Cape coast, dotted with wrecks of ill-fated ships. Yet there seemed to be more chaos in the local caravan park-cum-camping area, which was packed to the seams with December holidaymakers.
Meet the local Superette which can quite confidently claim to be the southernmost situated Cafe in Africa 🙂 I found it ironic that even in a virtually unspoiled place like this, the big brands have still managed to stake their claim.