On our last day in South Africa, we decided to make the two-hour drive down the coast, to the Cape of Good Hope and the End of the World.
As the boat rocks back and forth, I squirm into a wetsuit that smells like chum. Someone shoves me forward into the handles of the steel cage. I clasp hard, while a snorkel mask is forced over my eyes. “Go!” I scramble for one last breath. “Go!” Without thinking, I jump backwards into a freezing ocean with sharks swimming everywhere.
Exhausted after 20 hours of flying, we sat in the common area of An African Villa, our cozy guesthouse in Cape Town with its lovely owner. She walked us through a list of must-see and -do Cape Town attractions and activities, including a hike up Table Mountain, the huge flat-topped mountain looming over the entire city, visible from almost any spot in town.
Before heading to wine country, we arranged a tour of a Cape Town suburb, or township, called Langa.