Out past the bowl and the suburbs and along the sinuous road of the East side of the peninsula you’ll find a place by the water. A place with azure sky, and sea with shades of sapphire, turquoise and virescent shallows. Sailboats and obtrusive, grey military ships scatter the harbour. The main road is populated with nostalgic cafés and vintage second hand stores (one of which is actually called Nostalgie). Simon’s Town is quite an historic place with a lot to offer when it comes to calamari, penguins, old clothes and strong coffee. But filling up the tank and skirting False Bay for a spot of bird watching is only warranted once, maybe twice a year. Don’t get me wrong, we love Simon’s Town, but maybe there’s more to it?
Let me say, hypothetically, that there is a place by the water just a ways on from the hubbub of Queens Road that is worth a visit once, maybe twice a week. There are no café’s or racks of canvas bags and army jackets. The sky and the sea are still exquisite hues of blue, but the water laps at your feet and washes and strains the blackened rocks that jut out into the ocean far enough for some relative privacy. Hypothetically, it could be one of the most beautiful places in the world.
Did someone say adventure?