What is it about mountains? Why are we so obsessed with those great, foreboding hunks of rock? They’re challenging, dangerous and so far removed from the warm sanctuary of our living rooms they may as well be on another planet. Perhaps it’s the surge of triumph that arrives as you stumble those final few steps to a misty summit; perhaps it’s the exhilarating joy that comes with hurtling down a powdery white slope on skis; perhaps it’s those eye-watering views observed from epic heights.
Capetown is a beautiful city, but we didn’t see it right away. When we arrived to Capetown, which was the finish line for our cycling race across Africa, we couldn’t see a thing.
When we arrived in Cape Town last Saturday, it was cold and rainy. It stayed that way for 4 days, but suddenly, the mist dispersed and Table Mountain was revealed. I had read and heard that Cape Town is the most beautiful city in the world and now I see why. It really is stunning.
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