48 HOURS IN THE TANKWA
WHEN mainstream tourists go to Scotland for a memorable road trip they normally do the North Coast 500. If going to the Republic of Ireland these same folk would probably do the 1000-mile Wild Atlantic Way. I have done the former in autumn and was just blown away by the landscapes, definitely some of the finest in all the world.
Would I do the same trip at the height of the summer school holidays? Probably not. Because the older I get the more I crave wide open spaces and being surrounded by my nearest and dearest.
Which is why when in Cape Town, South Africa (SA) for the recent half-term holidays, all of my focus was on my family where my 8-year-old son Isaac used this precious time to get to know his African cousins a whole lot better.
We had endless braais (SA speak for BBQ), climbed Table Mountain, ate seafood in Hout Bay’s Chapmans Peak Hotel, took freezing cold swims in the Atlantic Ocean and just hung out, like families do when there are no travel restrictions or lockdowns.
When foreign visitors to Cape Town feel
