Massive hangover (again) - this is getting to be a bad habit. Dean and I walked down to Blimpies for a sandwich before heading to the internet cafe to finish off the morning.
Marius and Linda picked me up back at the hostel and we drove down the West coast of the cape. It's a stunning coastal road cut into the cliffs above gorgeous rocky coves - very reminiscent of highway one in Northern / Central California. Basically we cut down along the back side of Table Mountain where the Twelve Apostles tumble from the top of the mountain right in to the beaches. We cut across the cape at Chapman's Point, through Fish Hoek and Simonstown on the East coast of the cape, ending up at Boulders Beach National Park.
Boulders Beach is incredible - very surreal. There are penguins everywhere! They're fantastic, waddling around like little Charlie Chaplins. And no fear they don't get too suspicious of people until you get within two or three feet - on land or in the water. Plus when I think of penguins I think of snow and ice, not sunny beaches where you can sunbathe and swim! I took nearly an entire roll of film at the beach.
After leaving the penguin reserve we headed back through Simonstown to Fish Hoek and went for a couple drinks at the infamous Brass Bell. Drove the quicker (but less scenic) direct route back to Cape Town. Finished the night off with a braai at Marius' (the rule of thumb for South African barbecues seems to be there must be more types of meat then people) - delicious!