Goodness at the Cape of Good Hope

I was grouchy when we got to the Cape of Good Hope.

I dislike being cold, and I dislike being uncomfortable. With howling winds and near-freezing temperatures, suddenly I was both.

But Cape Point is a spot of such remarkable beauty, I was won over.

This is where whales slide through the choppy waves at tugboat speed, while dolphins mimic synchronized swimmers. The baboons are as plentiful as house cats and bees are the size of ping-pong balls.

A short hike leads to the very tip of Africa. Technically this isn’t where the Indian and Atlantic oceans meet — that’s somewhere to the east — but I’m not so sure. Staring at the waves churning and thrusting in every direction, it certainly looked like this is where two bodies meet, mingle and have a party.