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Choosing to take the Huguenot Tunnel, a toll tunnel, back towards Capetown was a good idea, but we got separated at the booth. Kinga tore off thinking we were in front of her. We lost sight of her before exiting the booth and took a different route south, through the wine country, again. There were large piles of fermented red grape skins by the side of the road, the smell intoxicatingly good. Hitting the coast, we reset the maps.me to Fishhoek, and an apartment we had rented for three nights.

Cape Penguins at Boulders Beach in Simon’s Town was on the agenda for the first day. Boulders Beach is an area of enormous boulders and rocks making a small lagoon area next to the penguin colony. At times the penguins will be in this area and may even swim with you. We walked to the other side, which is their actual colony. Many penguins were just hanging out, while others were diligently at work, digging into the sand making a sand ‘cave’, a place to lay eggs. Most of the penguins at this time of day are out in the chilly South Atlantic Ocean sorting out dinner. One of the pair of penguins is always with the eggs, while the other searches for food.

The next day was a we headed to the Cape of Good Hope, and a loop ride back to Fishhoek. The winds were strong, pushing our bikes around on the roads. It was such a beautiful area and we ended up being the only ones there. Taking advantage, we rode our bikes to the sign and took several good pictures before another couple people joined up. The next couple kms were so beautiful we took the opportunity for more photos, with the rugged coastline and clear deep blue skies as our backdrop. Riding back, I had discovered a brewery that needed our sampling. With a flight of four beers, we also had lunch. Kinga ordered mussels that were presented as an art form with perfectly placed mussels building on each other to form a pyramid, while we both had fish and chips.

The next three days would be spent in Capetown. I needed new tires and Kinga needed to get Chillie, her BMW 800GS, packed up for the next continent she would be traveling on, the wild continent of North America. We took off to ride the western coast of Capetown, on the Atlantic side of Table Mountain, while Kinga headed to our rented apartment near the beach. The beach was packed and the going, slow. Very reminiscent of most exclusive coastal beach areas, mansions overlooking the crowded beach area, with scantily clad bodies enjoying a day of sun and relaxation. 

The next couple days we were all busy just doing things and having fun together. The second night there we were all invited to the home of Mahomed and Naazneen Kazoo. She had prepared a traditional Indian meal that had been passed down through generations in her family. The new friendships, the meal and the views are something I will always cherish.

The last day together we hit the tourist area near the marina. We went shopping and ate lunch at a beautiful restaurant overlooking the marina. We were joined by a couple bikers for lunch and had a wonderful visit. Later that evening we finished off our time together with a couple other people we had met a week earlier at BMW. Meeting at a taproom we had a flight of 12 beers, each. As usual, Kinga beat me finished. LOL You can follow her adventures as she continues to ride around the world, @ OnHerBike.com

The next morning we parted ways, but knowing this would not be the last time. The best, and most difficult part of traveling is the friendships made on the way. The best? Meeting people that have an impact on your lives. The worst? Saying goodbye. But in this case it is, “See you later”. You will always be part of our family, Kinga, and will always be welcomed in our lives.

Next, on to Namibia.

Cheers,

2WANDRRs

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