We bussed down to Cape Point/ the Cape of Good Hope, which was originally believed to be the southern-most point in Africa, but later found to be out-“southed” by Cape Agulhas, a cape that jets out a few hundred kilometers to the east. Windy with rocky cliffs and sandy beaches. Sunny and blue waters. All of us little international ants filed out of our tour bus and ascended up to the watchtower at Cape Point. A satisfying lookout place to where the Atlantic meets the Indian. The ants then descended the trail back to the bus. But the five of us were not completely satisfied. In the short, more southern, distance stood an old man’s house. We needed to visit him—possibly the southern-most man of Africa. We were short on time but we didn’t care. We ascended, descended, and then ascended once more. Treacherous paths. At times only a misstep away from fatally dropping. Crawling on all fours with the incoming image of the shack keeping us motivated. Finally, it’s within reach, almost there. We joyously arrive at the man’s shack, which is vacant at the moment. He left it open, though, so we could take a look around. We think we see him in his houseboat out at sea where he spends most his days. Oh well, we are just happy to have made it. We need proof. I quickly find a rock on which to place my camera, set the timer…and flash! Great photo for an even greater trek! We descend back to the busses completely satisfied, to where all the ants have already gathered. None of them understand the significance of our adventure.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
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A great story, and I could hear DMB in the background singing about Ants Marching.
ReplyDeletehuge fan of the timed picture
ReplyDeleteEverything sounds amazing,I am happy that you have such a great time! More pictures please :-),and dont forget to work on the souvenier ;-)
ReplyDeletehaha, please don't pressure me, inga
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