T2330 – Captivating Cape Town

Introduction

In my last five posts, T2330 – Falls/Safari Overland Tour – part 1, T2330 – Falls/Safari Overland Tour – part 2, T2330 – Falls/Safari Overland Tour – part 3, T2330 – Falls/Safari Overland Tour – part 4, and T2330 – Falls/Safari Overland Tour – part 5, I covered the epic and wonderful 6 night/7 day Overland Tour that we took to Johannesburg, Victoria Falls and the Chobe National Park.

After a full day travelling, including two flights, we arrived back in Cape Town late in the evening. We re-joined our ship at the end of what was the first of her four days in port.

This post will cover our remaining three days in Cape Town, and how/why we missed the remaining ports in Africa.

Cape Town – day 2

When we had arrived back at the ship the previous night, we were both very tired and jaded. At that time we were disappointed to make out that we were not in the berth by the terminal building that we had used before, instead we looked to be in a commercial area that had a distinct smell of fish in the air.

When we pulled back the curtains the following morning all was forgiven – we had a lovely view looking cross to Table Mountain, which we didn’t have from our former berth. Initially the mountain itself, and nearby Signal Hill were still a bit misty, but the buildings nearer our ship were already in bright sunshine, but it wasn’t long before the mountain was in the sunshine too.

Despite being so tired the night before, our alarm clock was set very early, as we were booked on an early ship’s tour that morning. We were booked on a tour where we would be accompanied by someone famous off the television!

I know, and I am flattered, that my blog is read by people from all around the world. Those of you who live in the UK will almost certainly know of Michaela Strachan, the wildlife presenter. Although she actually lives in Cape Town, she returns to the UK to co-present a series of popular wildlife shows in the UK known collectively as the WatchesSpringwatch, Autumnwatch and Winterwatch, which follows wildlife in the UK during the various seasons.

While our ship was in Cape Town, Fred. Olsen had arranged for Michaela to accompany a shore tour each day. The tour guide states that Michaela has personally selected a variety of shore tours to show you the very best of her beloved hometown herself.

The tour on the second day – the one we were booked on – was an eight hour tour called Cape of Good Hope with The Fynbos Guy. The tour description said we would take the very scenic route along Chapman’s Peak Drive to the Cape of Good Hope Nature Reserve. Here we would take the funicular railway to the tip of Cape Point to admire the views. Next we would travel through the reserve with The Fynbos Guy, an expert guide, in search of wildlife such as the rare bontebok, eland, and Cape Mountain zebra. After lunch at a local restaurant we would have more scenic driving on our way back to Cape Town and our ship.

We had pretty much done the same route on a ship’s tour when we were in Cape Town before, on the 2019 Grand Voyage – you can read about that visit in my post D19GV – Cape Town 2 – Penguins – so we knew just how lovely it was, and we were delighted to be able to do it again in what we thought was the company of two wildlife experts.

As it turned out, Dominic Chadbon, aka The Fynbos Guy, stood at the front of the coach and was the main guide throughout the tour, while Michaela sat amongst us and added comments and information from time to time.

As we drove out of Cape Town, through the suburbs of Green Point and Sea Point, both Michaela and Dominic talked about life in Cape Town, and specifically the shortages of both water and electricity there. We did not realise that electricity power cuts, euphemistically called power shedding, were a daily way of life there, and our guides told us how disruptive it was to family life when the cuts came during the early evening for example.

Before long we passed the village of Hout Bay, and then the toll gate marking the start of Chapman’s Peak Drive. This dramatic and very scenic drive hugs the near-vertical western flank of Chapman’s Mountain, which falls sharply for hundreds of metres into the Atlantic Ocean. In places the road is cut right into the side of the mountain, and at times has to be closed in adverse weather.

We soon stopped at a viewpoint, which gave stunning views back across the bay towards Hout Bay.

At the end of the drive there was a dramatic view of the vast white sand expanse of Noordhoek Bay. We were told that despite the lovely sands it was dangerous to swim there due to the currents, but that horses train there running along the beach.

As our tour progressed towards the Cape of Good Hope Nature Reserve it became more and more obvious why Dominic was known as The Fynbos Guy – that was his total obsession – well maybe that and also fire. Fynbos is the name given to the natural shrub and heath vegetation found in the Western Cape and Eastern Cape provinces of South Africa. It has a very high biodiversity, and features around half the species in South Africa, although it only covers around 6% of the land area.

Much of the land area is currently covered by Eucalyptus trees, and invasive plant introduced by man from Australia. Eucalyptus trees grow fast, and consume huge quantities of water – significantly contributing to the shortages of water in South Africa.

Dominic was very much in favour of clearing the Eucalyptus trees by burning, which would then allow the return of his beloved fynbos. I can understand this sentiment, as I know how difficult it is to clear Eucalytus trees, but it would need to be done carefully and in a controlled manner.

However Dominic had a rather unique presentation manner – how much that came from his personality, and how much from frustration over the years at not seeing any change – but he came across as fanatical and zealous about burning – for example cheering loudly and saying how wonderful it was when we passed a section of ground that had been burnt to nothing.

When we entered the Nature Reserve we saw a sign stating that the funicular railway was closed that day, so we just drove to the car park at Cape Point, and stayed there for a few minutes to enjoy the views from there.

In contrast to Dominic’s aloof and abrasive manner, Michaela could not have been more delightful. We got to chat to her at Cape Point, and we both noticed that she made a point of spending time with everyone on the tour, even moving from table to table at lunch. It was so good to find that she was just the same lovely person in real life as she comes across as on television.

We then drove on to the Cape of Good Hope for another photo-stop. Dominic offered to take people to investigate what life was under the seaweed, but I am not sure how many takers he had for that. Having been there before, and photographed the famous sign, we were content to look at and photograph the seals and seabirds, and also the waves breaking over the rocks.

We then drove back out of the Nature Reserve, and continued around the coast to Millers Point. Passing some baboons on the roadside, we stopped at the Black Marlin Restaurant for our lunch, which was very good.

Leaving the restaurant we continued our drive around the coast, and before long reached Simon’s Town. The road passes close to Boulders Beach, renowned for the colony of African penguins that live there – we had seen them on our previous visit to Cape Town. Michaela knows a lot about the penguins, in fact she was to give a talk all about them, and the rescue centre she volunteers at, that evening on the ship. As we were the best part of an hour ahead of schedule due to the funicular railway being closed, she asked us if we would like to go and see the penguins. Unfortunately Dominic overruled her (he clearly wasn’t interested – penguins are not fynbos!), and just told the driver to continue on to Cape Town. It was such a shame, it would have been wonderful to see the penguins again, especially with an expert guide – and only reduced further our opinion of Dominic.

Talking of which, he totally lost the passengers on the way back when news came in that there were fires on Table Mountain itself. The cable car had been closed, and people were stranded at the top of the mountain. He had previously told us that a fire was long overdue on the mountain, and that it would be very dangerous as it would spread so quickly, and quite probably down into the outskirts of the city. Instead of being concerned, he started cheering loudly, and also said that he hoped the tourist hotels would burn too. I don’t know how much this was said and done for effect, or as what he thought was a joke, but it went down like a lead balloon with the passengers on the tour.

Our route back took us past Kalk Bay, and as we drove along Boyes Drive we had lovely views down to Muizenberg and False Bay.

As we reached Cape Town, all but one of us were relieved to see that the fires on Table Mountain seemed quite small.

We seemed to take a very long-winded way back to our ship, and despite that we got back a good three quarters of an hour early, still disappointed and frustrated about the penguins. Having said that, the stunning scenery, and spending time with lovely Michaela far outweighed missing the penguins and problems with our other guide, and should it ever be repeated we would still very much recommend it.

Back on the ship, we watched helicopters dropping water on the Table Mountain fires, and we were so pleased to read later that everything was under control and they were just damping down.

We attended the talk given by Michaela about her work with the penguins that evening, which was fascinating. We were so impressed how she was ready and willing to get stuck into all aspects of the penguin care, however difficult or dirty.

Cape Town – day 3

On the third morning that the ship was in Cape Town, we were booked on another ship’s tour – a four hour tour called Chapman’s Peak & Scenic Drive.

We booked both this tour, and the previous day’s tour when the tours were first released months ago, and neither of us could quite remember why we booked too such similar tours, as this second tour repeated quite a bit of the same route.

However as it turned out, this second tour stopped in places that we just drove past the day before, so it did give us a different experience after all.

Before setting off along the Atlantic coast, this time our coach drove around the Victoria and Alfred Waterfront, our planned destination on our last day in port.

We then followed the same route along the coast past Green Point and Sea Point, but when we reached Maidens Cove we stopped for what was a rather overlong photo-stop, as there really wasn’t that much to see there.

We then continued along the coast to the village of Hout Bay, and once again instead of passing on by, we stopped so we could see this quaint fishing village. There were seals there, stalls to look around, and also a lovely beach to admire. It was a lovely stop, and we were glad we had the chance to look around and see it up close.

We then drove on to the famous Chapman’s Peak Drive, stopping at the same viewpoint as the previous day. Incidentily if you do a tour that includes the Chapman’s Peak Drive, try if you can to sit on the right hand side of the coach as you face the front, the views are much better from that side.

At the end of the Drive, instead of continuing along the coast to the Cape of Good Hope Nature Reserve, on this shorter tour we turned back towards Cape Town, driving along Boyes Drive with its lovely views down to Muizenberg and False Bay. This time we stopped for a while beside the road, and I was able to take much better photographs of the panoramic view below.

The tour concluded with a much more direct route back to our ship than the day before.

This was a much slower paced and shorter tour than the one we had done the previous day, and we would both recommend it – especially for the less mobile as you would only need to get off the coach just once at Hout Bay.

Our original plans were that we would use the Hop On, Hop Off bus to go up Table Mountain that afternoon. However we both felt very tired and drained after being constantly on the go for the week of the Overland Tour and then for a day and a half in Cape Town. The weather was also clouding up, so we both agreed it would be prudent to rest up on the ship for the remainder of the day, and postpone Table Mountain until the next day.

Cape Town – day 4

When we received the Daily Times for the ship’s fourth and final day in Cape Town, our plans to both go up Table Mountain and visit the Victoria and Albert Waterfront were scuppered.

As it was our last day in South Africa, everyone – passengers and crew – had to attend a face-to-face clearance meeting with immigration officals. When we first arrived in South Africa, at Richards Bay, these meetings were held on board ship in the Neptune Lounge. However this time, despite the best efforts of the ship,the immigration officials insisted the interviews would be held in the Cruise Terminal, which was a 15 minute coach ride away.

Although the ship was not due to sail until 9pm, this lengthy process would be held between 3pm and 5pm, meaning we would only effectively have a half day more in port, rather than a full day, as we would not be allowed to leave the ship after we had the interview.

We really felt for the crew too, the lengthy procedure took a lot of them away from their invaluable rest time, and others should have been busy preparing for a Deck Party with a Grand Buffet and BBQ being held that evening.

Looking from our balcony we could see the clouds come and go from the top of Table Mountain, which made the decision easy just to go to the Waterfront – especially as there was shopping that we wanted to do there also.

We took the shuttlebus to the Waterfront, which we found had grown in size since our last visit in 2019. While most of our time and attention was on the shopping, I did take a few snaps, and we did enjoy a drink in a cafe.

We had been standing in line for some time waiting for a shuttle-bus to take us back to the ship for a late lunch, when finally one arrived – but with a puncture! We then had a longer wait until another bus arrived, but at least we were entertained watching the wheel being changed on the first one.

As we set sail that evening, watching the lights of the city, we were both quite sad – Cape Town is a place we both love – and we doubt it is a place we will return to.

Missed Ports

Although I have called this section missed ports, as for various reasons we did not go ashore in any of the next five African ports, it could also have been called Mist Ports, as mist – or should that be smog – was a constant feature.

We had been to the two Namibian ports, Luderitz and Walvis Bay before, on our 2019 Grand Voyage – and you can read about those visit in my post D19GV – Compare and Contrast. We were both still absolutely shattered after the combination of the Overland Tour and Cape Town, plus I had literally hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of photographs to process and lots of blog posts to write, so we cancelled our tour and elected to stay on board in both ports.

Then came the news that our call to Cotonou in Benin was cancelled due to safety concerns. Our calls into Togo, Ghana, and Senegal were all brought forward one day, and an extra day added in Tenerife.

The safety concerns in Benin prompted us to read the UK Foreign Office Travel Advice website for Togo, Ghana, and Senegal, and we were not happy with what we read about each of them. Also Senegal is very much in the news with disturbances following the cancelled elections there.

In Lome, Togo, we had not booked a tour anyway, as we had no interest in VooDoo ceremonies or Fetish Markets. We stayed on the ship, but were impressed to see the local performers on the quayside, especially watching the men on the very tall stilts dance and balance just on one leg. Incidently we were told that the crew were not allowed off in Togo as it was deemed unsafe for them to do so, we can’t help wonder why it was safe for passengers but not for crew??

In Takorado, Ghana, we had also not booked a tour – nothing had interested us. We were originally told that we would not need to pay for a visa for Ghana if we elected to stay on the ship, but the authorities changed their mind, and we had to pay regardless. As we sailed in, rather than shadowing our progress as usual, a tugboat entertained us by performing pirouettes and playing music to us. When we docked we could see a lovely looking market down on the quayside, so we did leave the ship for the first time in around 8 days – albeit just to explore the market on the quayside. Regular readers will probably not be surprised that we added to our collection of African souvenirs!

We are due to arrive in Dakar, Senegal in a couple of days time. We remain surprised and concerned that as I write this post, this visit is still due to go ahead. This afternoon we will be cancelling our tour there, and once again we will remain on the ship – we just do not think the risks are worth it.

When the cruise ininerary was first released, we were so impressed with the number of ports that the ship would be visiting that were new to us – some of which to be honest we had never even heard of. However, I now think the series of ports in Benin, Togo, Ghana and Senegal were just a step too far – they simply are not safe for tourists to visit at this time. Also from photos we have seen posted on social media of those who have been brave enough to go ashore, there seems so little to see anyway. I can’t help feeling that a better route would have been to have travelled from island to island sailing north in the Atlanic Ocean – St Helena, Ascension, Cape Verde – in a similar manner to what we did sailing south in the Indian Ocean.

Postscript

One of the big differences between ‘normal’ cruises, and the World and Grand Voyage ‘long’ cruises is the much greater number of sea days. At times, when crossing the world’s big oceans, there can be quite a run of sea days in a row.

When we did our long cruises pre-covid, the Cruise Director (now called an Entertainment Manager) and his or her team would recognise this, and lay on a whole afternoon of special entertainment from time to time. As well as the Crossing the Line ceremonies when crossing the Equator, this might be also be a crew Tug of War Competition, a crew Swimming Competition, a crew Sponsored Run, or competitions that passengers completed in like Build a Boat or Survive an Egg Drop. Towards the end of the cruise there would also be a very extensive Street Fayre, and passengers would be asked to put their odd bits of leftover foreign currency in a line down one of the staircases, which in conjunction with the Sponsored Run would raise thousands of pounds for charity.

Sadly, since Covid, the newly appointed Entertainment Managers and their deputies appear to us to treat these events as a nuisance to be got over with as quickly as possible, just so that they can tick the box that it has been done.

I wrote about one instance of this earlier in the cruise which was the Build a Boat competition. In years past, notice and information was given out about the competition weeks in advance – and teams (both passenger and crew) would be busy scavenging recyclables from around the ship to make into the most detailed and lovely model ships, each capable of carrying several cans of drink. Then on the day, we had a full afternoon of entertainment, with the models first displayed, then tested to see if they floated in the swimming pool when laden with the cans, and then their sea-worthiness checked by one of the entertainment team jumping in the pool close to the model. It was all good fun, and we were always so impressed at the detailing in the ships made. On this cruise, passengers were only given a couple of days notice, and with no blame to them in the circumstances, only very basic ships were made. Then the event itself was tucked away in an odd half-hour at lunchtime.

The latest instance was on the sea day before we arrived in Togo. We actually crossed the Equator that morning, so we would have expected to have a full Crossing the Line ceremony, lasting a couple of hours, that afternoon. Instead we had a mash up of the Street Fayre and Swimming Relay put together, and as an aside, a fish was made available should anyone want to kiss that to mark crossing the line. The Entertainment Manager was heard to say that as most of the passengers had seen the Crossing the Line ceremony earlier in the cruise he did not need to run it again – this was so disrespectful to the 130 or so passengers who had boarded the ship in Cape Town, and who therefore could not have seen the earlier one.

I went up to view the Charity Fayre when it started, and I was shocked at just how few stalls there were – usually the stalls fill all the area around the swimming pool, this time there were just a few in one corner, and so many of the popular old favourites, like the human fruit machine, which always raise a lot on money, were absent.

Still, they did manage to tick off three boxes in one go, and without having to put on too much effort.

I am sorry to have such a rant, but it is something I feel strongly about. Passengers are missing out on the entertainment that helps make long cruising so special, but most of all charities are missing out on the money that could and should have been raised in the process.

T2330 – Falls/Safari Overland Tour – part 5

Introduction

This is the fifth and final post in a series describing our 6 night/7 day overland tour to Johannesburg, Victoria Falls and the Chobe National Park.

In the first of these posts, T2330 – Falls/Safari Overland Tour – part 1, I introduced the tour, and described our first day in Johannesburg and Soweto.

In the second post, T2330 – Falls/Safari Overland Tour – part 2, and the third post, T2330 – Falls/Safari Overland Tour – part 3, I covered an astonishing and wonderful two night stay in Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe – which I described as one of the most special and memorable times in my life – apart from marrying my wonderful wife of course!

In the fourth post, T2330 – Falls/Safari Overland Tour – part 4, I covered our overland transfer to our Lodge in the Chobe National Park in Botswana, the Lodge itself, and the two river safaris we made while we were staying there.

In this final post I will cover the five land safaris we made while we were staying at the Lodge, the day we spent travelling back to Cape Town in order to reboard our ship, and some conclusions and reflections on our amazing tour.

Land Safari 1

We took our first land safari at dawn on the morning of our second day in the Chobe Safari Lodge. We were given an alarm call on the telephone at 4:30am, and at 5am we were told someone would be outside all our rooms to escort us back to the main building. However no one showed up, so we all stuck together in a group for safety and with a torch made our way there without incident.

On the veranda of the main building we were offered coffee, fruit juice, muffins and scones to fortify us ahead of the safari – the main breakfast would be served at around 8:30am on our return.

Just before 5:30am we then climbed up into one of three 4×4 safari jeeps that were waiting outside. The driver/guide in ours introduced herself to be Miss B, and she told us that we would be in the same jeep with her on all the remaining land safaris. After leaving the Lodge grounds, she stopped the jeep to check everyone was OK, and to explain that the three jeeps would set off in different directions, but that they were in radio contact with each other should any one jeep find something special. She also asked if we had any strong preference for viewing birds or animals, thankfully all six of us preferred animals – we undertand there was friction in at least one of the other jeeps between those who just wanted birds, and those who wanted animals too.

At last, with great excitement and anticipation, we set off on our first land safari in Chobe, not sure what we might find around the next corner.

Our first encounters were with baboons and then giraffes.

Miss B then received the exciting news that two lion cubs had been seen not far from us, so we made our way there. They were quite a way away in long grass, but sure enough we could see them – and we were absolutely thrilled, so soon in our first safari there.

By now the sun was rising fast, and the golden early morning light looked lovely on the giraffes – Miss B told us that a number of giraffes is called a tower if they are still, and a journey if they were on the move.

We saw quite a variety of animals and birds on the remainder of our drive, and as we drove back to the Lodge, Miss B pointed out the skeleton of a large elephant beside the track, which she told us had died of old age.

Land Safari 2

Our second land safari was a sunset one, later the same day. We could have had an afternoon tea before we set off, but having eaten a big lunch we had no room. The safari set off at around 3:30pm, and we had to return to the Lodge before the National Park closed at 7pm.

Miss B drove us first close to the river, where we saw various antelopes and buffalo, before heading inland.

The tiny baby elephant was so cute, but for us the absolute highlight on this drive was stopping so close to an adult female lion. The animals all seemed so used to the jeeps, and the lioness seemed totally unconcerned by the jeeps parked so close to her. We watched (and photographed) in awe for several minutes, before she calmly got up on her feet and sauntered off into the bush. The whole encounter was just magical beyond words.

Land Safari 3

It was another early call for the dawn safari on the third day at the Lodge.

In the early morning light we had another encounter with a lioness, this time she walked right past me in the jeep, she was so close I could almost have reached out and touched her, had I not been so attached to my arm and hand!

We saw more elephants with cute babies, and also large numbers of impalas and baboons together. Miss B told us that they often can be seen together – they find safety in the crowd and will warn each other of any danger they spot. Two of the male impalas had their heads down sparring with their horns.

On the way back to the Lodge we passed several birds including some vultures.

Land Safari 4

What should have been our final land safari was the sunset safari that afternoon. It started with the exciting news that not far from the Lodge, a lioness was feeding her three cubs with an impala kill. It was rather difficult to see – and photograph – under the bushes, but it was still a very special and magical sight.

We had all told Miss B that we really wanted to see a leopard during our stay, and bless her she tried so hard for us – driving every which way looking for one. We are convinced that she not only had eyes in the back of her head, she must have had them in the sides too, as she managed to spot things in the bush whilst driving the twisty bumpy tracks, that we all missed with nothing else to do but look! Incidently all the driver/guides that the Lodge employs are women, which they do to empower them.

We did spot a variety of animals and birds on the remainder of the drive, but sadly not a leopard.

One moment which really made us laugh was when a frightened baby baboon jumped up underneath its Mum, only to find in its haste it was facing the wrong way – it looked around looking all confused and embarrassed!

The last safari at the Lodge, the following morning before we left, was due to be another river safari. However Miss B kindly offered to take our group out in the jeep one last time in the hope of finding that elusive leopard.

Land Safari 5

It was one last 4:30 wake up call ahead of our final land safari. Before taking us to look for the elusive leopard, Miss B took us to where the lioness had been feeding her cubs the night before. They were not in the same place, but driving down by the river there they were, and with their extended family too. Miss B told us that they like to sleep overnight on the sandy tracks there, as they don’t get damp as they would from the dew in the long grass.

We were simply speechless to be able to stop the jeep and be just a couple of feet from both the parent lions, and then the cubs themselves. There are not really words to adequately descibe the out of this world experience we had – something that will remain in our memories and in our hearts forever.

Once the lions had sauntered off into the bush, we began a long hunt for the leopard, but sadly it was not to be – but the lion family encounter more than made up for that.

At one point we could all hear alarm calls from baboons, and on investigating we saw another lioness on the hunt.

Later we saw another lion on the move, and as it moved away through the bush we could track its movement by looking at which way a giraffe was looking – it was keeping a very wary eye from up high on the lion.

One final surprise was when we passed a tortoise on our way back to the Lodge.

Flying back to the ship

Naturally we were extremely sad to be leaving the Lodge at the end of such an amazing and wonderful stay. We were driven in two 4×4 jeeps to the airport in Kasane, which proved to be quite large and modern building. However when we looked at the arrivals and departures boards, we discovered that there were just two flights which arrived and then departed each day – one to and from Victoria Falls, and the other to and from Johannesburg. We were catching the latter.

It was a smooth flight of around an hour and a half back to Johannesburg, and once there it seemed so large and so busy after our time out in nature. We had a couple of hours to transfer onto our second flight of the day, which was to Cape Town.

As our second flight took off, we could see very dark clouds and lightning in the distance, and we thought we would be in for a rough ride. In the event it was not until much nearer Cape Town that we passed though a storm, but then as we came back out into sunshine the views out of the window in the orange setting sun were just stunning.

A local guide and coach were waiting for us at Cape Town airport to take us back to our ship. It was around 9:45pm before we reached the sanctuary of our cabin, and not suprisingly after such an early start we were completely shattered and could not wait to fall into bed. The bad news was that we had an 8 hour ship’s tour the following morning which started at 8am! We must be mad. More on that, and all our adventures in Cape Town in my next post.

Conclusion

As I said in the first of my posts about this Overland tour, Carol and I so nearly did not book to go on it, baulking at the high cost of the tour. Prompted by our wonderful travel agent Gareth, we reconsidered, and thank goodness we did. It has proved to be such a unique, magical and special tour – truly giving once-in-a-lifetime moments and memories.

To be honest we were a bit disappointed in the first day in Johannesburg, but I do understand why we had to do that – it was not possible to fly from Durban to Victoria Falls in one day. However our days in Victoria Falls and in Chobe more than made up for that – by miles and miles – and we would unreservedly recommend such a tour should the chance occur.

One thing we would warn though – it is very gruelling, with very early starts, long days, and lots of travelling. We returned to the ship shattered physically but so elated mentally by the experience. With busy days in Cape Town straight afterwards, it has taken us several days to recover, with both of us needing daytime sleeps to catch up.

In summary – if you should be lucky enough to have the chance to do the tour – don’t hesitate for a moment!

Postscript

In the postscript to my last post I reported that we would no longer be going to Benin. I decided to look up what the UK Foreign Office Travel Guidance website said about Benin, and the three next countries that we are still due to visit – Togo, Ghana and Senegal – and to be honest none of them sounded very safe to visit.

As I write this we are still due to visit Togo next. In today’s Daily Times, it told us that we would be charged 55 Euros each for a visa to go ashore in Togo, unless we opted out. Carol and I did not have a tour booked there – we are not interested in voodoo or in visiting fetish markets – and on reading the travel advice we have decided we will not go ashore by ourselves. We have therefore opted out of the visa, and that is another port where we will not be going ashore.

I have still got the Cape Town post to write, but after that, who knows where the next post will be about.

Incidentally the travel advice says sailing in the waters ahead is none too safe either, which is why we have two of these strange looking devices up on deck 6 forward, which I understand uses very loud sound to deter anyone potentially trying to board the ship.

T2330 – Falls/Safari Overland Tour – part 1

Introduction

In my last post, T2330 – Zulu Theatre, I described our visit to Richards Bay in South Africa, and the rather disappointing tour we made from there to a Zulu ‘village’.

In this post I will begin describing our epic and wonderful 6 night/7 day overland tour to visit Victoria Falls and to go on safari in Botswana, which departed from our next port of call, Durban, also in South Africa.

Tour Summary

  • Day 1: fly from Durban to Johannesburg, tour of Soweto, overnight stay
  • Day 2: fly from Jo’burg to Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe. Zambezi sunset cruise, overnight stay
  • Day 3: dawn safari, tour of Victoria Falls, overnight stay
  • Day 4: drive to Chobe National Park, Botswana, river safari, overnight stay
  • Days 5 & 6: land and river safaris, overnight stays
  • Day 7: dawn safari, fly to Cape Town via Johannesburg to rejoin ship

Carol and I were on the Around the World in 80 Days cruise when the longer overland tours were released for this Around Africa cruise, and this particular tour immediately caught our eyes due to the exciting combination of seeing the Victoria Falls and having so many dawn and dusk safaris. It was the longest one on offer, and we could not believe how cheap the price quoted was, considering there were four flights and 6 nights in 5-star hotels. We queried the price with Destination Services and they confirmed it, so we provisionally put our names down. As we kind of expected, a couple of days later a letter arrived under our cabin door, saying that a mistake had been made, and the real price was two and a half times as much!

At that point we backed out, thinking it was just too much money. However once we were back home and chatting with our wonderful travel agent Gareth, he told us just how wonderful the Falls were, and strongly recommended us to reconsider our decision. To cut a long story short, we did so, and booked ourselves back on the tour – and we are so thankful to Gareth for prompting us to do so!

Durban to Johannesburg

Our ship was due to dock in Durban at 8am, so we were rather concerned that when we went up to the cafe for our breakfast we were still stationary out in the bay. We could see crew members kitted out in safety gear ready for a helicopter, and wondered if there was a medivac about to happen – but it turned out it was the pilot arriving by helicopter – very late!

We made our way down to the Neptune Lounge to check in for our tour, getting more and more concerned by the time, as we were still sailing in, and of course we had a plane to catch at 11:15 that morning. Finally we docked, only for an agonising wait for the ship to get clearance.

Naturally, with that flight to catch, our tour was the first to be called to depart, and we hurriedly made our way off the ship, through the terminal building and onto the waiting mini-coach, dragging our suitcases behind us.

To our surprise we had a local guide for the drive to the airport, who having no microphone, told us very loudly about all the places we were passing on the way.

Fortunately all was well, we checked in with time to spare, and waited for our flight to Johannesburg.

Our flight was only just over an hour, so we were suprised to be offered both food and drink.

At Durban Airport we were met by our local guide for Johannesburg, Paul. He guided us to our coach, and then on our tour of Soweto. We passed the huge 9m tall statue to Oliver Tambo, former president of the African National Congress, and a couple of mines which Paul told us were the last remnants of gold mining in the area, and also a couple of old power station cooling towers, now repurposed for advertisements and a place to do bungee jumping.

Much of the tour was spent viewing housing – the good, the bad and the downright awful. Carol and I always feel very uncomfortable sitting in a luxury coach on an expensive holiday, gawping at the awful conditions that fellow humans have to live in, usually through no fault of their own – and it most certainly makes us realise just how fortunate we are. This time it was not helped by our guide emphasising now nice the houses were for the better off, without showing much care or compassion for those much less fortunate.

This roadside slogan really made me think, if only it could be true for the local people:

Eventually our coach pulled up in Vilakazi Street, famous for being the only street in the world to produce two Nobel Prize winners – Nelson Mandela and the Rev Desmond Tutu.

There we went into Sakhumzi Restaurant for our lunch, which was a buffet. In the road outside the restaurant street performers sang, danced and did acrobatics in the hope of earning money from us.

Replenished, we then walked up the hill to Nelson Mandela’s house, now a museum to the great man. A local student told us about him and his life, and left us to walk around the tiny house – this was the part of the tour of Soweto that we found most interesting.

We then reboarded our coach for the drive back to Johannesburg and our hotel for the night, 54 on Bath. On the way we passed a huge oval stadium, and another decorated tower.

The hotel was clean and fine, but the service at dinner was painfully slow, it took over an hour and a half for our main courses to arrive.

There was a shopping mall next door to the hotel, and despite them being located in quite a good area of Johannesburg, we were strongly advised to use a linkway to go between the two buildings, rather than go out onto the street. Carol and I were so tired after all the travelling that we were more than content to just rest in our hotel.

We were all up early the following morning to drive back to the airport to begin the next stage of this epic tour – flying to Victoria Falls and spending two hectic but stupendous days there. This will be the subject of my next post on this blog.

Postscript

As we drove through Johannesburg on our way to and from the airport, we passed quite a lot of lovely looking houses, but completely surrounded by high walls, electric fences and security cameras. Our guide also told us that they had turned off the traffic lights at junctions in many areas, as otherwise cars stopped at the red lights would have their windows smashed and the occupants robbed. We were both struck how much we would not want to live our lives like that, always locked away and under threat.

T2330 – Zulu Theatre

Introduction

In my last post, T2330 – Maputo Markets, I described our visit to Maputo in Mozambique, where we took an interesting tour around the old town.

In this post I will cover our visit to Richards Bay in South Africa. Carol and I had visited the port once before, when we took a ship’s tour to a safari game park – see D19GV – On Safari!.

Richards Bay, South Africa

It was very early in the morning and very dark when we sailed into Richards Bay. When we awoke, and pulled back our curtains, we were greeted with an astonishing sight – one vast coalyard!

It had clearly been raining in the night – hence the pallets being used as a temporary bridge over the puddles – and that was probably as well, or even more coal dust would have been blowing around on the wind.

As it was our first port in South Africa, all the passengers and crew had to attend a face-to-face interview with Immigration Officials. Fortunately this was done in the Neptune Lounge (well there was no terminal building to do it in!), and was over pretty quickly.

Carol and I had booked a five hour ship’s tour called DumaZulu Cultural Village, for which the tour description promised we could discover the rich and vibrant Zulu culture and traditions on this tour with a visit to DumaZulu Village… home to more than 50 residents and largest of its kind in the Southern Hemisphere. The tour description also had a couple of things to note, that it is a custom for young single women to be topless, and no pictures are allowed to be taken of the Sangoma (traditional healer). From this description and the notes we naively assumed we would be visiting a genuine Zulu village where Zulus actually lived out their lives – hmmm – more on this later.

Unusually this tour was in the afternoon, so we spent the first part of the morning packing for our big overland tour, which was due to depart the following morning. Other than this we spent some time watching all the activity in the coalyard in front of our balcony – there was plenty to see with a constant stream of lorries delivering coal, and bulldozers busy gathering it into ever higher heaps. On the quayside below there were quite a number of stallholders with large numbers of souvenirs laid out on tables and on the ground, battling both with rain showers and with the constant coal dust blowing everywhere.

We viewed the wares on offer using our binoculars, and spotted some things we might like, so ventured down for a better look. We both fell in love with a wooden carving of two giraffes with their necks curled around each other, and after much haggling, agreed to buy it. The only thing is that it is almost as high as Carol, and rather heavy, and we are still working out how we are going to get it home from the ship at the end of the cruise!

I had checked on a map and found that the Zulu village was not that far from the safari game park that we had visited last time, so as we drove out on our coach into the countryside it all started to look very familiar – rows and rows and rows of eucalyptus trees. Our local guide reminded us that they were grown for building construction and for making furniture, and that the trees grow so fast they can be harvested after only 9 years – new trees just regrow from the stumps.

After around an hour and a half we arrived at the Zulu village, and were greeted by two Zulu guides. We were then given lessons in the Zulu language, how to greet someone and how to respond etc etc. Some of our fellow passengers were clearly enjoying this, but for us it was all rather childish – being made to repeat it louder, picking on individuals to say it right, so we kept well out of the way at the back and waited a little impatiently for the real tour to begin.

We were then walked through to the village, which was surrounded by a wooden picket fence. There was the another performance, where all the male passengers had to stand one side of the gate and the female the other, and a Zulu blocked the entrance to the village until we had all shouted the correct response to his greeting loud enough – it was like being back in pantomime.

Once finally inside, we were divided into two groups, to be shown around by one of the two Zulu guides.

First we were taken to see the ‘traditional healer’ and the ‘fortune teller’ – well that was the roles the remarkably young people before us were playing. Far from not photographing the traditional healer, we were encouaged to take photographs. We then moved on to where three similar aged people sat on the floor, supposedly demonstating the clothes worn by men, single ladies and married ladies – and of course they where all modestly attired – the notes in the tour guide were just to get people (men) to buy into the tour?

A couple more young men then demonstated fighting with wooden spears and shields made from cow hide, and then two more very unconvincingly tried to make out they were making the metal tips to the spears using hand bellows to stoke a fire, and taking an already formed spear head from the fire and bashing it with a hammer. They then demonstrated throwing the spear, and encouraged passengers to have a go.

We were then led to seats around the central area, where the very same ‘villagers’ put on a show of music and dancing, which was ok.

We overheard one of our fellow passengers comment that she was surprised how clean and tidy the village was – she clearly hadn’t realised that the whole thing was just a theatre stage. There were no children or animals around, or any signs of them, we were not shown any cooking or huts where villagers would actually live and sleep. To us it was clear that this was just where a bunch of Zulus came to work to show some of their traditions and dancing, before locking the place up with the padlock on the metal gate as you left the site, and going back to their homes.

To us, it was dishonest to sell the tour as if it was going to a real Zulu village and seeing lots of Zulus really living their lives. We can understand why it was a theatre performance, but the tour description should have been honest and up front about this, and then we could have made an informed decision as to whether the tour was for us – while many on the tour clearly lapped it all up, it sadly just wasn’t our thing.

We both dozed during the long drive back to our ship.

Late that night the ship set sail for the next port of call, Durban, also in South Africa. It was from there that our epic overland tour would begin, and the first day of that tour will be the subject of my next post.

Postscript

Regular readers will know that I have a running joke that I am supposedly creating a coffee table book featuring photographs of the least scenic ports that Fred. Olsen have taken us to over the years. Until now, the star port that would feature on the cover of this mythical book would have been Safaga in Egypt with its cement works, but clearly this berth in Richards Bay is the new star.

I posted a photo of the coal-yards on social media, with the tongue-in-cheek comment Fred. likes to take us to some really ‘scenic’ ports, but today they have surpassed themselves – welcome to stunning Richards Bay, South Africa!. Sadly some of the people did not get the joke, and made disparaging comments about people moaning and not appreciating where we were and what we had.

D19GV – On Safari!

In my last post, D19GV – Cape Town 2 – Penguins, I described our ship’s tour out to see the Cape of Good Hope, Cape Point and African Penguins on the final of our three days in Cape Town, South Africa – and my postscript also briefly described our subsequent visit to Port Elizabeth, also in South Africa. At the end of my last post I described how our departure from Port Elizabeth was delayed overnight due to the extremely late arrival of our bunkering ship, leaving us uncertain as to what would happen to our itinerary in respect of our next few scheduled ports of call.

It was late the following afternoon before we received a letter under our cabin door detailing the changes to be made to our itinerary. As we already knew, our visit to our final port in South Africa, Richards Bay, would be made a day later than planned. My prediction to Carol as to what would happen next was only half right – as I did forecast, our call to the French island of Mayotte was cancelled, but what I didn’t guess was that we would be making an additional port of call instead – following our full day visit to Hell-Ville in Madagascar, the following morning we would now be making a half-day visit to Diego Suarez, which is also in Madagascar.

The sea during our voyage from Port Elizabeth to Richards Bay was quite lumpy, especially on the second day, and although we were due to dock at around 8pm and stay in port overnight ready for the tours the next day, it was actually around midnight before we eventually docked – I looked on one of the ship tracking websites and found that we had been making a figure-of-eight track outside the port for some time, presumably waiting for the conditions to calm enough for the pilot to safely board our ship.

Richards Bay is very much an industrial and commercial port, and the Daily Times gave strong safety warnings about not walking in the port or trying to walk into the town. There was a shuttle bus, which just went to a shopping mall, so Carol and I were glad that during the voyage we had changed our minds and booked a ship’s tour in this port.

The tour that we had decided to book was called Hluhluwe Game Reserve, and there are no prizes for guessing that this was a safari tour to the game reserve with that name! When Carol and I were going through the tours books before we came away we were rather reluctant to select any of the many safari tours on offer, as we both had too many images in our minds of dozens of safari jeeps trailing around for hours following some poor lion or cheetah, leaving them unable to hunt successfully. However after hearing about the tours during the Port Talks on board, and also talking to people who had been on safari tours we were reassured that it was not going to be like that, and so we selected and booked a tour on board.

The tour was a 5.5 hour tour, with a drive of around and hour and a half each way to and from the reserve, which meant we would actually be out in the reserve for around two hours. Our tour left the quayside at 8:30am, but there was also an earlier version of the same tour which left at 6:30am, and given that temperatures were forecast to reach 33 degrees that day with hindsight we wished we had booked the earlier version when the temperatures would have been cooler and the predators more likely to be out and about.

After driving through the huge port area we reached the town centre, all of which only confirmed that we had done the right thing to be out on tour! Leaving the town we drove past mile after mile after mile of eucalyptus trees, which our local guide told us were being grown for paper production. He did tell us that these trees consume a vast quantity of water every single day, which very much concerned us, especially when he talked about the droughts in the area and pointed out a completely dry river bed as we drove over it. He also talked about the large number of lorries that we passed, and he told us that in order to combat the damage that overladen lorries were doing to the road, weighbridges had been installed on slip roads which were compulsory for heavy vehicles – including our coach – to slowly drive over. He joked that they were checking that we had not eaten too much breakfast that morning! One other interesting thing he pointed out were the round huts outside the rectangular houses where the local Zulu people lived. He said that they thought that the ancient spirits, used to their traditional round huts, would not recognise the modern rectangular houses, and so not come there – so they have the round huts outside where they pray.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Our guide also pointed out the roadside refreshment stops provided for all the lorry drivers – open pots on the roadside where local food was prepared, the lorries just pulling over to the side of the road when the driver wanted to eat. He told us that there are currently no restrictions on how long at a time that lorry drivers can drive, although limits may be brought in soon. Another all too familiar and unfortunate thing that both Carol and I spotted was the large amounts of rubbish – a lot of it plastic – strewn across the ground.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

A little while before we reached our game reserve, we passed another smaller one, and got our first glimse of big – as in very tall – game, some giraffes close to the fence. I could only catch a distant shot, and resolved to see if I could do better on the return journey if we didn’t see any in our reserve.

P1270281

Arriving at our game reserve we took the chance for a “comfort stop”, and then had a short wait for the jeeps to return from the earlier tour, which we then boarded for our tour. Each jeep had a driver who was also the guide, and took 10 passengers, one in the front next to the driver, and the rest in three rows of three in the elevated back. It was a bit of a climb to get into the back, but once there it was quite spacious and reasonably comfortable. We were very relieved to have the canvas roof to protect us from the burning sun overhead. Carol and I managed to get seats in the front row, and so had great views ahead as well as to the side.

DSC03793

Entering the main reserve we only drove a short distance down the tarmac road before we stopped to get our first sighting – and it was one of the “big five” – a white rhino! It was quite a distance away in the shrub, but with the long lens on my bigger camera I was able to get some reasonable shots of it. Even further away were some buffaloes – another “big five” tick – our driver told us they are actually the most dangerous of the animals in the reserve.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Trying to photograph the buffalo and also some zebra so far away was difficult, but I shouldn’t have worried about the latter, as we only went a short distance further up the road to find several zebra standing on the road ahead of us! Seeing them so close was amazing and meant I could get some lovely photos – although I am a bit puzzled by the one that appears to have way too many legs (and other body parts)!

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

We passed more animals – and birds – on our way to a river, where a traffic jam of jeeps meant only one thing – elephants in the water!

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Although we got glimpses of them actually in the water, by the time other jeeps had moved on and we could position ourselves to get a clear view, unfortunately they were out of the water and on their way into the bush.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

However all was not lost, as our driver spotted one feeding in thick bush close to the road. We patiently waited as it got nearer and nearer the road, and slowly emerged from the greenery to stand on the roadside right in front of us, before with a big shake of its head and huge ears, it set off back into the bush. A magical few moments, and I am particularly pleased with the shot of it coming out of the bush looking directly at my camera 🙂

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

After this highspot we had a more barren period when it came to seeing animals, although the hilly scenery was still very attractive. The driver pointed out the round weaver bird nests in one particular tree, and told us how a male bird carefully constructs the nest, which a female bird then inspects – if she approves of it then they mate and use the nest, but if she does not approve of the nest she tears it to bits. I am tempted to make a comment here, but as Carol is going to be proof-reading this, so I had better not!

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Our route took us in a big circle, and after some time I recognised that we were driving back in the direction of the coach park. We passed some baboons in the distance, and then some warthogs right beside the road. The latter were very brown, the driver told us that while they are normally grey, this red-brown colour came from the colour of the local soil – indeed a bit further along we passed a grey one in the bushes.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Suddenly a zebra darted across the road in front of us, and Carol quick as a flash said “there’s a zebra crossing”! She was on good form that day, earlier by the single elephant someone else on the jeep had asked “how do you call an elephant”, and she quickly responded “using a trunk call of course”! A little further on the driver suddenly stopped the jeep, and looking around we wondered why. Then he pointed down onto the road, where there were two dung beetles hard at work rolling their ball of dung across the road – well one was hard at work pushing, while the other rode on top on look out duties.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Sadly there was no more to see before we soon reached the coach park, and after such a fabulous drive in the heat seeing all those amazing animals and birds, we were actually almost thankful to be getting back onto our air-conditioned coach for the long drive back to our ship. Earlier blonde Carol did ask me whether the driver really did need to have the heating on in the jeep!!!

Our coach driver did kindly slow down as we passed the other smaller reserve, and I did manage to snatch some slightly better shots of the giraffes as we passed in the other direction.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

We then settled back to rest and doze for the remainder of the long drive back to our waiting ship. Once back on board, as this was our last port of call in South Africa, we had to take a form and our passports to an immigration officer in the Neptune Lounge, where the latter was duly stamped.  As we went into dinner that evening we set sail for our next port of call, Hell-Ville in Madagascar. I have two ship’s tours booked there – one with Carol in the morning, and one on my own in the afternoon, so there should be plenty to document in my next post!

 

Postscript 1

At 11am yesterday morning Carol and I were invited to another Oceans event – they really have been doing us well on these cruises. This one was for Diamond Elite and Platinum level Oceans members, and was a “bottomless champagne brunch” served in the Indian Ocean restaurant. Actually it was one of two events, there are so many eligible passengers on board that they are holding a second similar event tomorrow.

Our hostess, the lovely Laura Jepson, the Future Cruise/Oceans Manager was on the door to greet us, along with Hans Van Welzen, our new Hotel Manager, and Alexandra “the great” Newton, the Guest Relations Manager.

Hans sat at one of the larger tables, while Alexandra sat at one of the others – it was at this latter table that Carol and I sat. We thoroughly enjoyed her company – as we always do. Incidentally it has been lovely to see a lot more of Alexandra out and about on the ship this past week or so, doing what she does best – greeting and meeting the passengers, and picking up and sorting out any problems or concerns that they might have.

Neither Carol or I quite knew what to expect food-wise, but we were delighted with what we had, especially the Beef Tenderloin – like all the beef and steaks on board it was heavenly.

After the meal we were led out to a nearby staircase to have a group photograph taken. The whole event was perfectly arranged and executed, and we both thought it was great to once again have a different recognition event to the standard cocktail party.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Postscript 2

While I am giving deserved recognition and thanks to Laura Jepson, I must do so again, this time with her “Future Cruise” hat on as it were.

During our voyage so far, Carol and I have had several meetings and phone calls with Laura to make changes and additions to our future cruises. We wanted to completely change one booking and make a new booking too. Laura also took the time to show us around some empty cabins and suites, and as a result she changed the cabin selection for us to a cabin that will suit us much better on two more existing bookings. All this was done in a very helpful and efficient manner – so a big public thank you Laura from us both!

D19GV – Cape Town 2 – Penguins

In my last post, D19GV – Cape Town 1 – Panoramas, I described our first two of the three days we were due to stay in Cape Town, South Africa, where we saw some stunning panoramas of the city from Signal Hill on the first evening, and from the top of Table Mountain on the second day.

On the third day Carol and I were booked on a full-day ship’s tour called Cape Point Peninsula, which promised to show us some of the best scenery that South Africa has to offer, as well as penguins!

Once again it was an early start, and with some nifty footwork on our way down to the gangplank and then through the cruise terminal building, we managed to secure ideal seats on our coach near the front – and I had already worked out that the right-hand side would be the best to sit on for this particular side as it would be on the side where the coast was for most of the journey.

Our journey started by following the now familiar route along the coast through Green Point, Sea Point and Camps Bay that we had already done (albeit in the opposite direction) on the previous two days. During this early part of the tour our local guide barely paused his commentary for a breath, and we were both worried that this aspect might make this tour rather tiring. To be fair though, most of what he told us was stories and explanations rather than bald facts and figures, which we find much easier to take in.

One thing he did explain was the large pair of glasses on a promenade that we had seen and I had photographed the previous day. He told us that they were meant to represent a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses, and if you look through them you see Robben Island in the distance – famous of course as being the island on which Nelson Mandela was imprisoned for 18 of the 27 years served. The guide told us that there was a photo of Nelson Mandela wearing this style of Ray-Ban sunglasses while he was imprisoned on Robben Island, and that it was a secret that he took to his death as to how he came by those glasses. The company installed these huge glasses supposedly as public art, but in reality they are really a massive advertisement for their product, which according to the guide has brought them a massive return on their donation – or should that be investment?

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

We continued along the coast road to Llandudno, which our guide told us has the highest priced houses in the province, and therefore where many rich and/or famous people have homes. A little further on we reached Hout Bay, a large sweeping round bay, with a large sandy beach in it’s centre and a small fishing village to one side.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

As we left Hout Bay we stopped for our first photo-top at a small car-park overlooking the bay. Here there were the inevitable locals selling their wares, and we fell for one of the bead elephants which is now enjoying a new life living in our cabin! Just as we bought him a whole load of old motorbikes with sidecars arrived, clearly on a tour with a difference, and then minutes later some lovely looking sports cars arrived.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

P1260893_stitch

Very shortly after leaving the car-park we reached the start of Chapman’s Peak Drive, a spectacular scenic drive of some 9km which somehow hugs the impossibly steep cliffs along the coastline offering breathtaking views. It was initially constructed during the First World War, and twists and turns it skirts around 593m high Chapman’s Peak. The road is very narrow, and combined with the sharp bends, it means that coaches have to operate a one-way system, only using it when driving away from Hout Bay. In the past the Drive has had to be closed following rock falls, and many features have been added, such as netting and overhanging roofs, and cameras have been installed to watch for any fresh falls. Our guide told us that in the event of a further rock fall, however minor, the Drive would be closed until the fall had been cleared away and the road made safe again. The tour description warned that there was always the possibility of the Drive being closed, we were thankful that it was open for us as the views from it were very dramatic.

P1260900_stitch

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Towards the far end of the Drive, we passed Noordhoek Beach, and our guide told us that this beach is reserved for animals – humans can walk on the beach accompanying animals, but cannot swim there. There are stables nearby and people love to ride horses along the beach – in fact we saw two being ridden along it from our coach. Our route then headed inland across a flat plain and then around a mountain, and past another beach on our way to our next stop.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

This next stop was at the Cape of Good Hope, inside the huge Table Mountain National Park.  This Cape is the most south-westerly point of South Africa, and at one time it was thought to be where the Atlantic and Indian Oceans meet, although that is now known to be Cape Agulhas, about 150 kilometres (90 miles) to the east-southeast. As we drove through the Park on the way to the Cape we were warned about the numerous baboons in the area, which associate man with food and will aggressively steal given any sort of chance. We did see a small troop of them from the safety of the coach, and also a lone male ostrich feeding close to the water’s edge. At the Cape itself we had a short photo-stop so that we could photograph the iconic sign.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

We then drove on to Cape Point, one of the highest cliffs in South Africa. Here there was a funicular railway to take us near to the top of the Point, but there was quite a queue, so when we finally got to the top and looked at our watches it was almost time to meet back at the bottom, which was a shame as there was no time to climb the many steps up to the very top where there was a lighthouse, or to see and photograph all the amazing views properly.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

We then drove on to Boulders Beach, famous as being home to a colony of African Penguins.  As we drove along the coast some fellow passengers called out that there was a whale and they kindly stopped the coach for a couple of minutes. Around 5 times other passengers called out there it is, but neither Carol or I got a good sighting – one of the snaps I took might just be showing its tail re-entering the water.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

On reaching Boulders Beach, before walking to the penguin colony we stopped at a restaurant for our lunch. The restaurant had a prime location overlooking a small beach, at the far end of which were just a few penguins. The restaurant was huge, as usual when taking several coach-loads of passengers, and I did find it very noisy inside. The food – fish, calamari, rice, salad & vegetables followed by a sponge pudding and custard – was OK but nothing exceptional.

Once the meal was over our guide led us to the penguin colony. He had told us that originally just a few birds turned up on the beach, and thinking that they had got lost, they were taken to a nearby colony. When the birds returned a couple more times they got the message that they wanted to be there, and since then the colony has gone from strength to strength.

It was wonderful to see these lovely and entertaining creatures at such close quarters – there was a wooden walkway down to the beach, from which we had great and close views of them. We also spotted three mongoose, and a rock dassie which was lovely too.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Reluctantly leaving the penguin colony it was basically a long drive back to the ship, on a more direct route avoiding the Chapman’s Peak Drive. We passed through Simon’s Town, home to the South African Navy, close to a prison where Nelson Mandela was also held, and past the hospital where Christiaan Barnard performed the first human heart transplant.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

We returned to our ship tired, but very happy with a great tour that had shown us some stunning scenery outside of Cape Town itself, and also of course shown us those wonderful penguins!

After three epic days in one of those magical ports I would love to return to, we finally set sail for our next port of call, Port Elizabeth, also in South Africa, just as we were about to go to dinner. I managed to grab some snaps from our balcony before it was time to go down to the restaurant, but watching the city and the mountains behind slowly slip away in the setting sun through the (dirty) restaurant windows, I was left wishing that I had remained on deck for the sailaway, and had eaten later in the café – maybe next time?!

P1270133_stitch

P1270141

 

Postscript 1

In my last post I said that Port Elizabeth was likely to be the subject of my next post but one – but instead I am going to do it here, just as a postscript, for reasons that will become apparent.

We had not booked any tours in Port Elizabeth, and instead our intention was just to explore the port on foot as we quite often do. I discovered that the shuttle bus took people not to the town centre, but to the beach some distance away, so we decided just to walk out of the port and into the town ourselves.

When we reached the port gates two security guards stopped us, and advised us against walking into and around the town by ourselves – they said that as it was a Sunday the town would be very quiet, and that we would be very vulnerable to being robbed. They suggested we took a Uber taxi, but we didn’t think that was a very safe option either. Neither of us were wearing any jewellery or carrying cards, and we only had a tiny amount of cash hidden about us, and I was just using my small old and battered camera, so we decided to carry on.

A short distance later we met up with four passengers walking back towards the ship, and we asked them how they had got on and whether they thought it was ok for us to continue. They told us that provided we just stick to walking up to the Donkin Reserve, Pyramid and Lighthouse, which was where we were headed, it was ok; and that there were Tourist Ambassadors in blue tops every so often who would accompany us and watch over us.

While neither of us felt directly threatened at any time, we did feel very uncomfortable and wary, and after taking a few photographs we were more than happy to make our way back towards the safety of the ship.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

When we reached the two security guards they asked us if we were ok, and we stopped for a short chat. They asked us about our ship, and when we were sailing. When we said that we were sailing that evening they seemed surprised and confused, and queried whether we were actually in port overnight. It was only later we understood their confusion.

In the afternoon I went up on deck to take a few snaps from the topmost deck, mainly of the vast numbers of new cars all lined up on the quayside.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

We were due to sail at 7pm that evening, while we were at dinner. Just before the appointed time the Captain came on the tannoy, only to announce that the refuelling boat, due that morning, was only just about to arrive alongside. As the refuelling operation would take around 8 hours, we would not be leaving until the morning. Clearly the port security guards knew long before we did! The Captain also said he would update us on the Noon report the next day what changes would be made as a result of our late departure, but in that Noon report today – nothing! We only know we are going to our next scheduled port, Richards Bay, also in South Africa, a day late, and that all tours will operate as planned, just the day late. Beyond that, who knows?! If indeed we make it to Richards Bay, our adventures there (we are booked on an exciting ship’s tour) are likely to be the subject of my next post.

Postscript 2

Our second day in Cape Town was Halloween, and the ship marked this in two ways. At lunchtime they held a Gala Buffet, featuring some astonishing carved pumpkins created by various staff in the galley. The pumpkins were numbered, and we were invited to vote for which one we liked best. Carol and I both liked number 3, but it was number 7 that won the popular vote.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

That evening all the bars around the ship were suitably decorated, as were the bar staff!

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Postscript 3

On the evening of our day at sea between Cape Town and Port Elizabeth it was the Captain’s Welcome Cocktail Party for this new (and for us third) cruise. Carol and I also had the honour of being invited to dine at the Captain’s table. We were one of four couples dining with the Captain, and with Alexandra the wonderful Guest Relations Manager onboard. Carol and I have been lucky enough to have this honour three or four times before, but this time it was a little different in that the meal was at first sitting not second – the one disadvantage it seemed to us of this is that the Captain and Alexandra understandably had to leave the table after the main course, so that they could attend the second sitting cocktail party. Despite this it was a memorable evening and one that we very much appreciated.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

D19GV – Cape Town 1 – Panoramas

In my last post, D19GV – Compare and Contrast, I described our visits to two ports, Walvis Bay and Lüderitz in Namibia. Leaving Lüderitz we had a full day at sea before we reached our next port of call, Cape Town in South Africa, where we would remain in port for three days.

The fact that we had those three full days in port was lovely – it gave us plenty of time to explore this iconic port and the surrounding area, without having to make difficult choices about what to see and what to miss out on seeing. While Carol had been to Cape Town before, albeit 40 years ago, it was my first time and having heard so much about it from her I was very excited to be arriving there at last.

We had booked ship’s tours for the early evening of the first day, and a full-day tour on the third day in port, leaving the remaining time for us to do our own thing. One thing we had to do, like everyone else visiting Cape Town, was to take the cable car up to the top of Table Mountain to get the stunning panoramic views from there down over the city below. We could have booked a ship’s tour to do this, but we decided that if we made our own way there, we could choose at the last minute whether to go on the first or second day depending on which was going to have the best weather, rather than taking pot luck on what the weather was on the day the tour was booked for.

With the Captain announcing the day before that we would be picking up the pilot for Cape Town at 5:30 in the morning it was definitely a case of setting my alarm clock in order to see and photograph us sailing in. Bleary eyed I pulled back the thick curtains to find that it looked like we were already almost in port – and the “bridge view” webcam on the television only confirmed this. I was glad I had laid out some clothes the night before, and hastily put these on and dashed up onto the topmost deck.

The sun was just putting in an appearance as we sailed into the harbour, adding to the stunning views of the port, the city and then Table Mountain behind.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

DSC03567_stitch

DSC03586_stitch

DSC03603_stitch

Despite almost being in the inner harbour, I did manage to spot a little bit of wildlife.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Carol and I were planning to go up Table Mountain on the first day, but already wisps of cloud where starting to hang over the mountain top, and I began to suspect that they might join up into the famous tablecloth, the nickname for the veil of cloud that can often drape over the top of the mountain.

DSC03636

We had been told that on arrival in Cape Town, we would be called by deck to go ashore into the terminal building with our passports, in order to be seen by an immigration official and have our passports stamped. With no announcements made as yet, we decided to go to breakfast in the hope of getting that done first. Predictably we were half way through when our deck was called, but the announcement did say to go at our leisure so we completed our breakfast first.

When we went ashore, at the foot of the gangplank was a local band playing which helped entertain the queueing passengers.

P1260386

Once back on board with passports duly stamped, we went back up on deck to assess the weather situation. The combination of seeing the clouds were continuing to gather, and the weather forecast for the next day being unbroken sunshine made the decision easy – our trip to the top was postponed to the next day.

We therefore decided instead to take the shuttle bus to the nearby Victoria & Alfred Waterfront, a large leisure area of shops, bars, restaurants, and entertainment sites in a scenic harbour setting. It is also home to the Cape Wheel, a 40 metre high observation wheel, a baby version of the famous London Eye. As the crow flies it is only quite a short distance from the cruise terminal, but the road route taken by the shuttle bus seemed to take us on quite a tour around before dropping us at the very far side of the Waterfront area.

Our primary aim was to ride the Cape Wheel, and to reach it we had to walk through one of the large shopping malls, full of mostly quite upmarket shops, so it was mainly window shopping for us! We discovered that the Wheel did not open for another half hour, so we continued our exploration further.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Being less than a third of the height of the London Eye, the Cape Wheel really did not have the same impact, indeed Carol who usually has problems with heights was totally at ease as we made our ride. In order to compensate for the diminished height, the ride is usually for four complete revolutions, but in our case we are sure we went around five times before the wheel came to rest for us to alight.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

We continued to explore the Waterfront for some time, before retracing our steps back to the shuttle bus, which took us back to our ship in time for lunch.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

We thought it would be nice to have our lunch in our favourite restaurant, Poolside, with views across to Table Mountain, but in practice we could only just see the summit, still partially covered in cloud, over the tops of the nearby buildings.

We were content to rest up on board ship that afternoon, ahead of our early evening ship’s tour. The tour was called Sunset & Sundowners at Signal Hill,  and for a couple of hours did pretty much what it said on the tin, taking us by coach up to the summit of Signal Hill, where we took in the stunning views of the city and coastline below as the sun went down, and as we enjoyed sparkling wine and a selection of snacks.

The coach took us through part of the city before climbing steadily up to the top of the hill, and once there Carol was enjoying the sparking wine as much as I was taking panorama shots of the views from all around the hill.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

DSC03658_stitch

DSC03664_stitch

DSC03698_stitch

DSC03710_stitch

DSC03729_stitch

There were loads of mostly young people also there, all eagerly awaiting the sunset, which was pretty but not spectacular due to rather too much cloud on the horizon.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

As we made our way back down the hillside we could see the city lights starting to twinkle in the twilight, and I would have loved for the coach to pause so that I could have got better photographs, but instead we carried on, and took a longer route back to the ship along the coast though various resorts – but all rather pointless in the dark!

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

We returned to the ship soon after 8pm, and as we boarded the ship the local act who were due to perform that evening’s shows were posing for photographs in front of the ship – more about them in the Postscript later! There was just about time for a very quick bite to eat in the Secret Garden Café before making our way to the theatre for their show.

 

The following morning dawned bright and clear, and it was soon obvious that we had made the correct decision as to which day to go up Table Mountain. We had already decided that the most cost effective way to get to the cable car was to use the Hop On Hop Off bus, and we were keen to get there early before the queues got too long. This view was further reinforced when the guide on the previous evening’s tour told us that for the Cable Car’s 90th anniversary celebrations, local people had a very much discounted fare during October, and this was the last day in October!

The first HOHO bus from the cruise terminal was at 8am, and this just took us to the Waterfront, where there was a ticket office where we could buy our tickets for the bus. In the ticket office they told us the queue for the Cable Car was already an hour long! Boarding the HOHO bus that would take us there, Carol noticed on the HOHO leaflet that the bus driver could sell us tickets for the Cable Car, which would save us queuing there. Fortunately the bus had not yet departed, so I was able to buy the tickets – it would have been helpful if they had offered to sell us the Cable Car tickets in the bus ticket office when we told them that was where we were going.

The bus took us through the city centre and then past some nice older buildings before climbing the steep hill up to the Cable Car station. Alighting the bus we saw that there were two separate queues, one for people with tickets and one without, so we were very grateful not to have to queue twice, especially when we saw the length of the main queue. The hour or so in the queue passed by more quickly than we feared, chatting to a very nice man from Johannesburg behind us in the queue helped pass the time. From the queue we could already get some lovely views down onto the city below. After a while we passed one of the original cable cars, as used by Carol when she lasted visited the city.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

P1260585_stitch

Slowly but surely the queue shuffled towards the cable car station, then up the steps and into the building. At last it was our turn to enter one of the two cable cars. The modern design of cars take 65 people, and the floor of the car slowly rotates as the car ascends or descends, ensuring everyone gets to see all the views – well almost everyone as Carol decided to bury her head in my chest as we ascended so she would not be troubled by them! As we ascended I could see the very steep footpath snaking its way up the hillside, and despite the queuing I was glad not to be attempting that feat in the warm sunshine.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Once at the top the early start and the long queues instantly became worthwhile when we saw the glorious views down to the city, the port and the coastline below. My camera shutter finger was working overtime as we slowly made our way around.  At one point we saw a sign offering the chance to descend from the mountain by abseiling – but we both decided to give that one a miss this time – a decision re-enforced when I saw a climber preparing the ropes!  After a while we stopped at a café for sandwiches and crisps and a rest, before continuing on our circular route around the top of the mountain.

P1260617_stitch

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

P1260624_stitch

P1260626_stitch

P1260655_stitch

P1260679_stitch

Reaching a viewing platform sticking out over the edge of the mountain top, I was surprised and delighted when Carol walked over to the edge to have her photograph taken – well to be accurate she did back up to the railings, but I was still very proud of her!

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

P1260712_stitch

P1260729_stitch

As we got near the cable car building once more, we met our dinner table companions, who were all doing a ship’s tour. They told us that they were very much time limited, only having around 30-40 minutes before they had to descend, whereas we could take our time and only descend when we chose to. Add the flexibility of when you go and how long you spend there to the money you save making your own way there, it is absolutely the way to do it and definitely our recommendation to anyone else going to Cape Town on a cruise.

Despite the long queues down at ground level, when we did decide it was time to descend we were surprised to find there was no queue at all at the top, and soon we were entering the car for our return journey. This time Carol didn’t bury her head, instead she looked out as the car slowly rotated as it descended.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

P1260757_stitch

Back in the lower station building there was one last chance for some panoramic views, before we made our way back to the Hop On Hop Off bus.

P1260786_stitch

The HOHO bus took the same route back along the coast to the Waterfront that our coach had taken the night before,  and it was good to see this route in daylight, and to be able to appreciate the views of the beaches and resorts.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Back at the Waterfront I took a few more snaps before we caught a second HOHO bus back to our waiting ship – we decided that with a full-day tour the next day we were content to go back and rest up that afternoon.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

The ship set sail for our next port of call, Port Elizabeth, also in South Africa, just as we were about to go to dinner, and watching from the restaurant windows I rather wished I had watched us sail out and eaten later in the Café. Our adventures in Port Elizabeth are likely to be the subject of my next post but one – the next post will continue our adventures in Cape Town.

 

Postscript 1

The second day in Cape Town was another changeover day – when the second of our 11 back-to-back cruises ended, and the third began. Around 300 passengers left the ship, and even more joined; and also quite a few officers and crew, including the Hotel Manager and Cruise Director, left for well deserved vacation, and their replacements joined us. So all in all its been quite a turmoil, and we are having to get used to seeing lots of new faces around the ship, many looking quite lost (and that’s just the crew!).

From time to time I have mentioned the differences from doing an Around the World cruise, which is one long cruise, and this Grand Voyage which is the 11 cruises back-to-back. We have now come across another difference – on the World Cruise we kept the same waiters at dinner for the entire voyage which was lovely – we really got to know each other, and perhaps more importantly they really got to know our likes and dislikes, which made things go much more smoothly. However for the start of this new cruise we find ourselves with two new waiters at dinner, and have to go through the getting to know each other and our likes and dislikes all over again. To us it all seems very pointless, is there really any benefit to moving the waiters around from one set of tables to another?

Anyway this new cruise is just two weeks long, and takes us from Cape Town up to Victoria, on Mahé Island, the capital city of the Seychelles:

D1926_web-min

Postscript 2

During the cruise from Tenerife to Cape Town they held a photographic competition with two categories, nature and people. My wonderful wife suggested that I entered the photograph of the vicar on board appearing to walk on water that I took during the Crossing the Line ceremony – and to my huge surprise and delight, I won the people category!! For those that missed it, here is the picture:

WalkingOnWater

Postscript 3

Earlier I mentioned that on our first evening in Cape Town, the show in the Neptune Lounge featured a local act. The ‘Daily Times‘ had been very enigmatic, it just stated that the show, called “Welcome to South Africa“, was a local show from the heart of Cape Town.

The act turned out to be a choir, formed and led by a remarkable lady who wanted to get young people off the streets and give them an interest and purpose in life.  It is very hard to put into words just how astonishing, breathtaking and wonderful the show was. As well as singing brilliantly, the whole choir were so energetic and full of attitude – stomping, dancing, whistling, chanting, while usually a young lady, but a couple of times a young man, pounded out a fierce rhythm on a drum. Quite rightly they got a standing ovation at the end, and we were left wondering how they would have the energy to do it all again for the second sitting less than an hour later.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.