Today we head off for a kayaking adventure to visit a penguin colony in suburban Cape Town. The trip leaves from Simon’s Town Waterfront and we paddle past the Naval Harbour and out to Boulder’s Beach to see the penguins.
After drying off we drove out to the Cape Point Nature Reserve. It was once believed that the Cape of Good Hope was the dividing point between the Atlantic and Indian Oceans, and that the Cape of Good Hope is the southern tip of Africa. In fact, the southernmost point is Cape Agulhas, about 150 kilometres (90 mi) to the east-southeast.[2] The currents of the two oceans meet at the point where the warm-water Agulhas current meets the cold water Benguela current and turns back on itself—a point that fluctuates between Cape Agulhas and Cape Point (about 1.2 kilometers east of the Cape of Good Hope).
For lunch we drove back along False Bay to the Harbour House Restaurant in Kalk Bay for another marvelous meal.
That evening we walked down to Peddlars to have cocktails with university friends of Mels before having dinner at Kitima Restaurant. Kitima at the Kronendal is situated in an old Cape-Dutch style homestead dating back to the 17th Century which is steeped in history and legend. Several hundred years ago, the Dutch East India Company traded between Europe, the Cape of Good Hope and Ayutthaya, the ancient capital of Siam.
The Kronendal was the first farm in Hout Bay established in the 1670’s. The homestead is one of the oldest and only surviving example of the Cape Dutch typical H-plan architecture in the Cape Peninsula. The back section of the homestead was built in the early 1700s (which explains why the back gable carries the year 1713). The building was enlarged several decades later by Johannes Guilliam Van Helsdingen where 1800 appears on the front gable. The homestead changes ownerships many times throughout the centuries and was declared a National Monument in 1961.
Between 1835 and 1849 the Kronendal Farm was owned by Sir Abraham Josias Cloete. Legend tells that the homestead is still haunted by his daughter Elsa Cloete who died of a broken heart after she was forbidden to marry her soldier lover. Some people claim seeing her standing behind the gable window at moon lit nights looking out onto the oak tree alley – waiting for her lover…
As a sign of respect to the legend told; every night an immaculate table is laid with silver, food and flowers for Elsa and her lover.