Thirty Eight

As narrated by Sumayya:

The next morning, although it took a lot of effort, at 5:50 am sharp,we were standing at the gates of Cape Point, waiting for them to open.

Amz was half asleep on Dee’s shoulder. The boys and Uncle Ismaeel sat a little away, having their own conversation.

You’d have thought coming 10 minutes prior to the opening time, we’d be, like, the only ones here. LOL no! This place was already quite crowded and I’m sure it was only going to get busier!

After paying the entrance fee, and briefly scanning the flyer we were given, we decided to ride the Flying Dutchman funicular to get to the viewing point as our legs were still sore from climbing Table Mountain yesterday! Also, because the sun had rose not too long ago, the sky was too spectacular to not take pictures, and we’d definitely get to the top faster with the funicular!

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The Flying Dutchman funicular

Since none of the guided tours offered exactly what we wanted to do, we decided to explore on our own. Hamza and I had toured Cape Point before, so we just played as the guides.. with help from Google of course! 😉

After capturing a few shots of the sky and the surrounding view from the viewpoint, we headed up to the old lighthouse, the first one to be built on Cape point. There were sooo many stairs to climb!

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The old lighthouse

This lighthouse was built in the late 1850s. However, it was too high up and its beam was often obscured by mist and bad weather. Then, in 1911, an ocean liner crashed into Bellow Rocks below the lighthouse and sank. This prompted the decommissioning of the first lighthouse and the building of another, lower down and closer to the sea.

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The new, current lighthouse

On my previous visit, we had come during the afternoon so the sky was much clearer and the view was extremely vast. Today though, the  early morning sky still bore fluffy clouds. And although they blemished one view, they created a whole new view, which was beautiful in its own way too.

The myth of the Flying Dutchman ghost ship crossed my mind as I looked toward the foggy ocean and obviously I was going to bring that up!

“On foggy days like today…” I began in my tour guide voice. “the phantom of the legendary Flying Dutchman, which never made it to port, can sometimes be seen..”

Meez’s eyes opened a bit wider and I fought back a grin. Meez believed all these stupid mythical stories and he didn’t like to say it, but he was terrified!

“It is believed.. ” I continued, lowering my voice slightly. “…That the captain, VanderDecken, was deep in thought when he suddenly heard shouts of terror. He had failed to realize that he headed straight into a severe storm. The captain and his crew battled for hours to get out of the storm and at one stage it looked like they would make it… Then, they heard a sickening crunch – the ship had hit treacherous rocks and began to sink. The captain did not want to die, so he yelled out a curse, ‘I will round this Cape even if I have to keep sailing till doomsday!’And so, till today, if you look carefully enough, you will see the sails of the Flying Dutchman…” I looked at Meez and slowly finished. “But, don’t look too carefully, for the old folk claim that whoever sights the ship will die a terrible death…”

“You’re just making up stupid shit,” said Meez, a terrified expression masking his face.

“Rameez, watch your language!” reprimanded Uncle Ismaeel.

“Is it true?” asked Meez, looking at his father.

“Obviously not!” replied Uncle Ismaeel.

Just then, a shout from behind startled us. It was Hamza. He was pointing at something in the distance.

“Oh my God, did you see it?” I yelled, excitedly.

Meez face turned white.

“Maybe we should get going,” he suggested.

I rushed to the railing where Hamzah stood, Zee at his side.

“Meez looks like he’s going to shit his pants,” Zee said, slapping me a high five. “You’re horrible!”

I grinned at him before joining Amz and Dee who had wandered off a little further away.

“Did you guys spot the ship?” I asked, cheekily.

“You’re full of nonsense,” said Amz, shaking her head.

Dee was sitting on the rail, deep in thought.

I jumped on next to her.

“Sumayya!” reprimanded Amz. “I was just telling Dee to get off and now you’re going on too!”

“Live a little, Amz,” I said, lightheartedly. “If we fall and die we’ll just sail with the Flying Dutchman ghost ship.”

“Don’t say things like that!” she scolded, her eyes widening.

But when I did fall, on the inside of the railing -luckily!, Amz was obviously there to laugh at me!

After the lighthouse, we checked out the Vasco da Gama and Bartolomeu Dias monuments. We also visited the little shops at Cape Point for souvenirs.

Along the way, as we toured, we spotted many rare species of beautiful birds and also quite a few plants I had never come across.

Last, we decided to check out the various shipwrecks.

Meez however, wasn’t keen. He legit believed the myth!

“There’s no such a thing,” said Uncle Ismaeel. “Sumayya is just making things up.”

“Man up bro, c’mon,” said Hamza, slapping him on the shoulder.

“Naah, you guys go,” said Meez. “I’m really not interested.”

“Here, let me hold your hand,” offered Zee, walking towards him.

“NO, get away!” said Meez, trying to move out of Zee’s reach.

But Zee was too fast!

“What the hell is so interesting about broken ships anyway?” Meez muttered miserably.

“C’mon bro, we’re going to find out!” yelled Zee excitedly, leaving Meez with no choice but to be dragged along as he followed close behind Hamza and I.

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😀 Hey. Hi. Hello. Salaam. Bonjour. Salut. Ciao. Ahoj. Bog. Marhaba. Ola. 😀

Hope Monday treated ya’ll well! 🙂

This post was actually suppose to encompass all events of the last day in Cape Town and only  go up tomorrow.. but, on Sunday night, Troubled Illusions reached 10 000 hits and I just had to put this post up because I’m so grateful.  

Thank you. JazakAllah. Dankie. Obrigado. Gracias. Istutiy. Grazie. Shukran. Asante. 

Please continue spreading the word, liking, sharing and commenting. 

The second part of this post will be up tomorrow, Insha Allah. If not, Thursday, latest. You can hold me to that! 😉

Have a lovely evening! 

❤ Much love ❤

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