Where the two oceans DO meet
Sundays are supposed to be for sleeping in which is what we did. And flapjacks, which is exactly what we found when we eventually got to the breakfast table. After the girls had finished oohing and aahing at the presentation we all tucked in and yes, they tasted as good as they look.
Needing once again to walk off our overindulgence we made our way to the Southernmost Tip of Africa, the official meeting point of the Atlantic and Indian Oceans.
We were met at the newly constructed boardwalk by Lindy Warren of Napier Media House who is passionate about the Agulhas area and who is trying to educate people that although you won’t see lions or elephant here it doesn’t mean it’s any less interesting, you just have to dig a little deeper. As we walked towards the southernmost tip we learnt how the Black Oystercatcher, despite its name, rarely eats oysters . On the rocks near the tip are also ancient remains of stone fish traps used by the Khoisan people where they built low walls to trap the fish when the tide came in. They even used the sap from one of the plants found on the coast which anaesthetised the fish making them easier to catch.
After all the serious history discussion it was time to have some fun and take a group photo with a difference. That’s right, here we are levitating at the southernmost tip of Africa.
Back to reality and a little further along the coast is what remains of the Meisho Maru 38 which was wrecked in 1982. It is one of over 250 vessels that have run aground on this coastline.
With this treacherous coast it is little wonder that a lighthouse was built in 1848, and is the second oldest working lighthouse in South Africa today after Green Point. It was however built from sandstone which isn’t particularly weatherproof and so was taken out of service in 1968 but later restored in 1988 and is now a national monument. As you can see it once again undergoing repairs but a monument worth preserving in my opinion.
All good things must come to an end and it was time for our ship to sail back to Cape Town, but we had one last stop in Napier which I have always driven through and never taken the time to explore. Suffice to say that the Napier Farm Stall is worth pausing for a delicious lunch or at the very least to pick up a tub of honey on the comb which took me back to when I was a child growing up in Zimbabwe and my dad had a hive at the bottom of the garden ensuring we always had fresh honey in the house.