The long weekend came and went in no time, and it was everything I had hoped it would be.
We arrived late on Thursday evening, went straight to our B&B, and straight to bed. On Friday morning, I was pleasantly surprised to find our B&B was literally 200m from the promenade in Sea Point. Perfect position. This was the best B&B we could have asked for. Clean rooms, quiet, yummy breakfasts every day and friendly hosts. I highly recommend staying here the next time you’re in CT. The room prices were super reasonable, too. Check out Olaf’s Guest House.
We made our way to the CTICC to register for the Two Oceans race. Ross bought himself a fancy Polar running watch on special, and I drooled over all the amazing Adidas running clothes. I had steel-like resolve and didn’t buy anything. Our registration was quick and painless. It was then decided that it was time to explore. I was so happy to be back in CT. It’s one if my favourite places in the world.
We went for a drive along the coast so I could take in all the sights and sounds again. Also, have you seen that mountain?! Ross and I stopped off in Kalk Bay for an early lunch at the Harbour House restaurant. The view was spectacular – the restaurant is totally open, and the waves crash on the rocks right in front of the restaurant. The food was even more spectacular. I had smoked calamari that was phenomenal, and Ross had amazing kingklip with garlic mash.
Once we were done with lunch, we drove some more and made our way to Cape Point. There was a long ass queue to get in. We were easily queuing for 45 minutes before we got in. We weren’t prepared for the trek to the lighthouse (aka slops and a long dress), nor for the hoardes of tourists, but it was worth it when we got to the lighthouse and were confronted with the amazing view. I forgot that you could hike out even further, right to the edge but I decided it wasn’t the best idea – not only because I was wearing slops, but also because we were running a half-marathon the next day.
We drove around the reserve for a while, and took in the beautiful views everywhere. We then hit the road again, and made our way to Chapman’s Peak. It was spectacular, as it always is. Again, though, SO busy. Also, I don’t know what else I expected to be honest.
Once we had seen all the sights you just HAVE to see in Cape Town, we stopped at Camps Bay and grabbed a coffee. Before we knew it, it was dinner time and we met up with our friends Stef and Jono for dinner. We went to the V&A Waterfront, and everything was either too busy or too damn expensive. We eventually found a small restaurant that had some pasta dishes aka CARBO LOADING and hit up some delicious Napoletana pasta with linguine. It was yummy. The waiter then appeared with another bowl, and gave us an extra serving free of charge because he knew we were running the next day. Is that service or what!?
We woke up at 4AM, and like zombies, met up with Stef and Jono to make our way to the race. It was pretty damn cold, but we wore black plastic bags to keep us warm. All I can say is that we looked stylish as all hell. We were standing at the start line, quite close to the front, and looked at all the people who looked SUPER PRO around us. I was convinced I was going to come last against these athletes.
Then, the announcer said “21km people, you do not start here, please move to the other start line”. Thank Lucifer for that man, because otherwise, we would have been running 56km. Also, no wonder these people all looked super fit.
We felt way more at home in the 21km start area, and before we knew it, it had started! It was a really beautiful run, but extremely challenging. The carmaraderie was the best part. At one stage, on the first big hill, I said to Stef, “Arghpheoarpffft, I can’t do this” and a runner next to me heard and said, “You can do it! Come with me, come let’s run together! You see that road sign? Aim for that, it’s downhill from there!” I mean, how awesome? Everyone cheered one another on. There were spectators shouting for us, and calling out our names. I had such goosebumps. Just after the 10km mark, it started to drizzle which was great – I love running in the rain, and it helped me to stay cool. I know a lot of people absolutely hate running in the rain so I feel sorry for them. Shortly after this, we started on Southern Cross Drive which was a nightmare. It was an extremely long uphill. I wanted to cry. Cry tears of blood. Some jackass told it me was all over after one hill ahead of me and “it’s 7km of pure downhill from here”. He lied. I was so irritated. Don’t get my damn hopes up! The road also banked at a weird angle which KILLED my feet, and left me in agony.
There were water points everywhere which was great, but I can’t tell you how relieved I was for it to end. My body kept telling me “This is not good for you. This hurts. Stop. ” and I have therefore decided, that this is the last really long-distance run I will do. A biokineticist once told me that anything over 10km just does damage and I’m inclined to agree. No judgies for those of you who only run long-distance. I just can’t do it. I wish I could do it like you. Every part of me aches. I’m sticking to 10km from here on out.
I didn’t improve on the time from my first half-marathon, but I was fine with that, especially considering I only started running in February once my foot had started healing up properly after I broke it. It took Stef and I 2hrs35mins to run and Ross took 2hrs13mins. I am damn proud of myself, and there were many times that I wanted to quit during my training (which hadn’t been going well) but I stuck it out, believed in myself and did it!
After the race, the wind was HOWLING, it was freezing cold, and I was a mizzy bear. I hate being cold. As in, I loathe it with every part of my soul. We caught our lift, and got the hell home. I had a hot shower, with Deep Heat shower gel and jumped into bed to finish off my leftover pasta from the night before. After a while Ross and I decided that we couldn’t spend all day in bed, and got our aching bones up and went out. We went to watch a movie, had waffles, and then drove to Boulders Beach to check out the penguins.
We then drove around for a while, with no real plans, and ended up driving the route of the race and relived every moment of it. It sucked. But I was I super impressed that everything had been cleaned up already, there was no sign of the torture that had taken place a few hours earlier. We stopped off at Signal Hill for the sunset (another must), and again it was packed with tourists and so damn cold. We then grabbed a pizza (COULD I BE ANY HEALTHIER?!), got into bed and just lay there. We were in agony. 8PM was lights out, and we both passed out.
We started off the morning at Kirstenbosch Gardens, where we had breakfast and then went for a walk on the ‘Boomslang’ which is the Centenary Tree Canopy Walkway. It was pretty cool and gave a great view of the gardens.
We then drove through to Franschoek to check out the Motor Museum.
After the Motor Museum, Stef and Ross decided it was time for wine, and we made our way to Spier in Stellenbosch who had an Easter tasting special. I’ve stopped drinking alcohol (mostly for health reasons) but I definitely wanted to try the wine tasting as I’ve never done it before. I wanted to spit out the wine but Ross was way too embarrassed so I took one for the team and drank the wine. Admittedly, it was delicious. I did a chocolate and wine pairing – 3 chocolates paired with 6 different wines. DELICIOUS. I was amazed at how the chocolate completely changed the palate of the wine (how fancy am I now?). Ross and Stef had the Easter special and had their 3 wines paired with a hot cross bun, a scotch egg and truffle chocolates. Spier Creative Block 3 is life-changing. Try it.
We met up later for dinner at Beluga. Their sushi was on special – how could I say no to that?! Dinner was delicious. Again.
We headed to the Two Oceans Aquarium in the morning and had so much fun. I felt like a kid again. I love aquariums.
We then wandered through the craft market and food market at the Waterfront. Ross and I ate German food – pretzels and bratwürst which was yum, before we hopped on the ferry to go to Robben Island. Again.. Tourists, tourists everywhere. Rude ones too. And ones that push into queues. We were mighty unimpressed.
The tour of Robben Island was super interesting. I was surprised to learn that people live on the island – including ex-prisoners. An ex-political prisoner gave us the tour through the prison. The conditions were horrendous and it was great to discover more about this part of our history. I have always wanted to go to Robben Island, and seeing Mandela’s cell was obviously very special.
We later had dinner at Camps Bay at a little seafood restaurant called Ocean Blue. The drive there was beautiful, as we watched the sun setting over the ocean. The seafood was so fresh. I had mussels to start and for main, I had a Lobster and Prawn special for R159. Really good value for money! It was so good.
It was time to return home and get back to reality. We woke up early and went for a walk on the promenade before making our way back to the B&B to finish packing up and hit the road. I love Cape Town sooo much, I can’t wait to go back.