For me, Cape Town has always had an end of a continent feeling about it (next stop Antarctica). I first visited nine years ago. It didn't feature on the destinations' pages of the Sunday supplements then, but those in the know were already onto a good things. I still vividly remember the drive into the city: the cold Atlantic to my right, Table Mountain to my left, with zebras and antelope on its dry slopes. It was slightly surreal - Africa, but kind of not. I was instantly won over.
This time, I stepped off the plane at 08.55 to clear blue skies and 24 degrees. Sigh.
It's good to be back. Really good to be back.
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