Agulhas
Saturday, December 5th, 2009
Driving along the garden route–Marc is afraid we will never get to Agulhas because I keep insisting that we stop for a photo. The drive is one of the most stunning I have ever seen. It is gorgeous, breathtaking, rugged, and beautiful.
On our way out of town we pass the townships. They are the slums. Entire villages made up of shanty, metal shacks.
We go to Monkey Town and I almost cry when I find out that the monkey encounter doesn’t start until next week. I want to carry a monkey around like a baby. We still tour the place anyhow and they have so many species of monkeys.
We decide to continue on the scenic route and I am waiting for more photo opportunities. We travel on a beautiful high way (and say how unlike India there are no cars coming at you; similar to India there are people walking on the high way) The road suddenly becomes a dirt road. We are jostled and Marc, my little compass, is sure that we are going in the right direction, but doesn’t remember this dirt road from when he was here last.
Finally we make it to Agulhas.
This town is famous for a few things. First and foremost, it is the Southern most point of Africa. The Indian Ocean and the Atlantic meet there. We took a few pictures of the sign. Secondly it is the lighthouse.
Our hotel is small, stunning and has impeccable service.