On a whim, I decide to head up to Table Mountain for my first sunset in Cape Town. What I saw? There are no words. People are giddy, (yes, even me), people are emotional, there’s a magical kind of calm. Selfies are taken. Some crazy guy climbs the rock wall and sits out on at the edge of the mountain. Crazy, but I get it. You’ll see.
A sunset develops the likes of which I’ve never seen, and I’ve seen some pretty great sunsets. But I’ve never watched one from atop a cloud waterfall and then been overtaken by the cloud itself and within a span of minutes an icy cold, fast wind like being encapsulated in a snow globe…in Africa. Athena walking among the Olympians. And just before the cloud the sky turns pink over Cape Town.
By the time we’ve taken the cable car to the bottom, the alarm is sounding to bring the hikers in and the cable car operators are relieved that we are down safely. I’m surprised at their relief. They respect the mountain. The weather turns fast up there but oh what a way to go!