Well at last on the machines and riding into a howling gale reminiscent of Wellington in a shocker northerly down to the Cape of Good Hope to look at the raging surf and rocks that claimed so many of the early explorers. We couldn’t believe the level of security at the parking area, police everywhere, then we discovered the Prime Minister of Italy was also braving the winds and rain to have a look too.
The signs not to feed the baboons reminded us we weren’t at home, but many of the magnificent coastal vistas were similar to Sydney’s Northern beaches. The plant species unique to this area are fascinating many hebes and protea and grasses that are found only here.
The afternoon has been taken up with trying to get all the electronic toys and gadgets attached to the bikes and figure out how much surplus luggage we have to dispose of.