April 20, 2015. Mobility in Cape Town is a breeze. The modern MyCiti bus service is reliable and convenient so we have become savvy in the ways of transit. On our first full day in town we walked to the waterfront, bought bus cards, and rode the bus down the coast to the beaches at Clifton. This is quite the high rent district with gaudy, glass-fronted condos and villas reaching up the hill overlooking the water beneath Lion's Head. We spent a peaceful hour on the rather empty beach and decided to come back later in the week when temperatures would be higher and we had our full complement of beach kit.
Further south we hopped off in Camp's Bay, a trendy outlying community. Like beachfront towns everywhere it had all the predictable trappings (with a few local variations): sidewalk cafes serving bland, fried food; t-shirt shops; wandering hawkers peddling sunglasses and souvenirs; gaping tourists eating ice cream; and wealthy locals rolling past slowly in fancy cars. We met a lot of guys from Malawi selling their art that all looked suspiciously similar.
Camps Bay was a tranquil vibe and we had a bite of lunch at Cafe Caprice, listening to the conversations of the visitors and townies alike. The bus whisked us back into town and we jumped off at Sea Point to pick up groceries for dinner. I was delighted to find some familiar staples: chutney-flavoured potato crisps and Windhoek lager. Back at home we ate a candlelight dinner beneath the towering 4-metre ceilings of our main room.