11.04.2012 - 11.04.2012 27 °C
On Wednesday morning we woke to blue skies over Table Mountain so we drove to the Taffelberg road that skirts Table Mountain and parked near the lower cable car station which is at 350 metres above sea level. Table Mountain itself is 1060 metres high so the climb was 710 metres.
After parking we walked for about 10-15 minutes to the start of the Platteklip gorge to begin our ascent.
We began before 9am but it was already hot.
While we’ve climbed higher mountains it was challenging enough due to the heat and the fact that the ascent is basically a continuous staircase of steps with no let up. Most mountain hikes there’s gentler parts, then steeper then plateau but with Table Mountain it was one giant step machine while the heat of the African sun shone down on you and all you could hear a mix of your own breathing and the distant din of the city traffic far below.
En route it was like the United Nations the nationality and numbers of hikers you meet en route. A guy whom we had most chats with during the ascent were an Indian Benedictine Priest whom we chatted with as we either passed him or he passed us.
The gorge narrowed as we approached the top and there were a couple of places where ice cold water had permeated through the rocks – here we stood underneath the rocks and enjoyed the welcome relief of dripping cold water on our heads.
One hour 40 minutes after setting off we reached the top and headed straight to the restaurant for a few cold drinks. There you couldn’t help but resent those that had arrived smiling and fresh faced after their quick cable car ascent.
The visibility was superb and we took some photos and descended via the rotating cable car.
That afternoon a bit of rest & relaxation was in order so headed to Clifton beaches (which are just round the corner from Camps Bay) for a few hours sunbathing.
That evening we had the last of our holiday wine purchases – half bottle of Graham Beck Brut (which incidentally Barack Obama toasted his election success with) and then headed down to a cafe called Paranga along the front in Camps Bay for a couple of sun downer drinks.
We then got a taxi into Long Street had a bite to eat, and then went to a few bars including Mama Africa’s where there was live African music which was really cool.