We awoke to a sunny day with some clouds and a cooler temperature. We decided to walk down to the beach and strolled amongst the joggers on esplanade.

A Wiggle employee was waiting for us back home to take the car away. He had no complaints about the dust on the Mazda MX5 and there was no fuss about the extra mileage or day as Scott was happy to pay the extra charges. They were a very well organised company and highly recommended.

We then Ubered in a comfortable Mercedes Benz from the unit, through city streets, up to the Table Mountain Cablecar tourist attraction. As we snaked up to our destination we were joined by lots of buses and tour groups.

The queues were long and there were so many people milling around the shops. Apparently some people had queued for one and a half hours to get on a Cablecar. Fortunately for us,  Scott had bought Fast Track tickets online so we climbed the stairs to the holding bay and had a short wait before being crammed into a Cablecar.

The Cablecar had a rotating floor which was activated as we were whisked up the craggy edifice onto the cloud covered summit.

The summit was crawling with tourists following the various paths and fenced outcrops admiring the stunning views and taking photos. The clouds promised to dissipate so we thought we would wait in the Cafe and have some refreshments. There was a reason why this cafe had a 2.3 rating on Google, the service was slow (a surprise after all the positive experiences we have had to date) and poorly organised. Teresa ordered a Rueben Sandwich and Mimosa and was told to go to the bar with the receipt to get the beverage and the sandwich would be delivered to us. Teresa waited for over 10 minutes at the bar for a staff member to appear and make the Mimosa, after alerting another staff member of the wait. He was apologetic and assured us that the drink will be delivered to our booth. This was also when Teresa was told that the Rueben had to be collected from the kitchen part of the cafe. The cafe at this time was full of families with loud children so we found a quiet corner booth. The sandwich was typical of tourist fare, stodgy and tasteless. 

We then walked around the summit as the clouds shrunk away and revealed Cape Town and beyond. Stunning!

We dodged the queues again with our Fast Track tickets and piled into a descending Cablecar. As we were leaving the souvenir shop, some English young women asked Teresa where she had bought her outfit. 

We then caught an uber which was another Mercedes Benz, to The Nines restaurant for lunch. 

It was on the ninth floor of Station House on Kloof Road in Sea Point, Cape Town. This was a classy establishment with magnificent views, lovely decor and attentive service. 

We ordered a Margarita, sparkling water and the Seafood Platter for two.

Wash cloths were presented in an interesting fashion… a loaf shaped stone with 4 holes with liquid and 4 small tabs… which you placed in the liquid holes and they expanded to a good size for cleaning hands and face.

Langoustines have become a favourite of Teresa’s since a feast in Iceland. These were on the seafood platter along with crayfish, prawns, fish and calamari and a small bowl of citrus rice plus broccolini. This was the best meal by far of this holiday which was also reflected in the price… but totally worth it!

The rest of the day was filled with individual activities, Scott made use of the local swimming pool and Teresa caught up on her socials while drinking MCC, the local bubbly.

For dinner each evening over the past week, various delicious soups from Woolworths were selected as an easy option for eating in. They were vacuum packed and obviously made from fresh ingredients. 

It was the end of another amazing day in Cape Town, South Africa.

Goeie Nag