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 continue reading + 5 photos
