The Tourist Way, part 3
If spending time in a car, mindlessly staring at a monotonous landscape isn’t your idea of a day off I suggest you skip the tourist attraction on your itenerary called “Cape Agulhas”. The visit to the southern tip of Africa or the place where the two Oceans meet is a loss of time. Far away from everything, including my beloved Cape Town, the spot is not one of the biggest disappointments evah. My mom really wanted to go there and even though she was discouraged a number of times by various people who had the dubious pleasure of having visited the place she refused to change her mind. She ALWAYS wanted to see WHERE THE TWO OCEANS MEET, in short, we had to go.
We left Cape Town quite early the day following the Decision or the Acceptance of Unavaidoable and then we drove past nothing appreciating the local landscape
and then we drove some more
and some more
until finally (after 3 hours) we reached our destination. The local museum is a must-see given that it’s the only thing there apart from the “Two Oceans” sign. You learn there that all stories about two oceans meeting, including the ones about the different colors mixing, are utter rubbish. Fortunately, my mom is an ardent reality denier so she wasn’t bleak at all about what was translated to her and still considered the trip to be a valuable passtime.
So what happened next? We had a 15 minutes walk to the actual point where the two oceans do NOT meet and after few minutes spend in a queue we took pictures with the symbolic sign. The good thing is that the views around are not horrible, but then it’s South Africa so you actually have to make a conscious effort to find uggly places.
My mood did not improve when I saw a sign which truly displeased my arachnaphobia. I do know that spiders exist but I’m just way happier when they exist somewhere far away from me.
The three hour long drive and a subsequent walk made us hungry so we decided to grab a bite. One of many disadvantages of our attraction of the day was that it isn’t prepared to host tourists AT ALL. Apart from the museum and a wooden path, which apparently is an improvement, there’s completely nothing that a foreigner could like. The nearest restaurant is 15 minutes away and as a monopolist it’s constantly full. The waiter offered us a waiting time of approximently 15 minutes which in South Africa means at least half an hour. We were a bit tight on schedule as an evening show was awaiting us, so we decided to visit a nearby fish and chips canteen for a quick meal.
Although seemingly uninvinting, the canteen serves decent food. Its proximity to the Ocean (not sure which one) made us hope that the products would be fresh and whether they were such or not, months after the meal everyone is alive. The food was surprisingly tasty for its price and the service was quick. Poor English of the Afrikaans staff may be an obstacle but pointing to the items on the menu (in English) may turn out to be successful (superiority mode on: I wouldn’t know. I ordered in Afrikaans).
After the meal we came back to the car and started our journey back to Cape Town. Another three hours of fascinating landscape later we arrived to “Richard’s Bistro” where a show was awaiting us. A personal friend of mine (my impersonal friends do less cool stuff) is a maitre d’ there and it’s always such a pleasure to see him on stage. I must say that seeing the Polish translation of the show’s summary was quite pleasant too.
I would write more about the show if I could but to say anything about the plot is to spoil the surprise and the guests are asked upon departure not to do so. Let me just tell you that the performers are unusually vocally talented and the food served is delicious. To sum up, it was a very pleasurable and unfortgettable evening which even made me forget about the pointless 6 hour long drive earlier that day.