Hiking in Cape Town

“Now shall I walk or shall I ride?
‘Ride,’ Pleasure said;
‘Walk,’ Joy replied.”
― W.H. Davies

 

And so we started with a classic: The steep hike through Platteklip Gorge up to the city’s iconic Table Mountain. It’s the most direct and therefore the most popular route. The time to get up to the top ranges from 60min (“for the very fit people”) up to 3h. According to our hiking map, the reason for this variety is the fact that Platteklip has a very steep ascent. And jeez, it’s true. Brilliant timing that we had slept in that day and had to push ourselves up there in the blistering midday sun, with almost no shade to speak of. Nonetheless, we arrived 65min later – absolutely DRENCHED in sweat. What a fantastic workout! Up at the top is where you will meet the touristy crowd. Those people who (literally) wait 2-3h for a seat on the cable car and then have an ice-cream up on the summit thinking they earned it. It’s crazy how crowded it was around the cable car station and ridiculous how few people you would meet if you would only walk 50m away from it.

The plateau of Table Mountain encompasses 60km² and there are a great number of other hiking routes up there; the majority of them is considered to be dangerous. In fact, someone told me that each year, more people die on Table Mountain than on Mount Everest!

Interesting (slightly nerdy) fact: Table Mountain was selected as one of the New 7 Wonders of Nature in 2011. One reason for this is that there are more plant species growing on it than in the whole of England together! Personally, I was pretty impressed by that piece of information. Oh and ever heard of the “Table Cloth”? Due to the cold, wet air coming in from the ocean there is usually a oddly shaped cloud clinging to the top of the Mountain. The nickname of that phenomenon is perfectly fitting!

When we got back from this hike we showered and then – would you have guessed? – set off for our 2nd hike that day!

We were told that going up Lion’s Head at night to toast to the full moon is one of Cape Town’s traditions. Hence, we figured that it was an ideal summit from which to greet the new year. The walk up there is pretty steep and at some points you need to climb ladders, so it is URGENTLY advised that you take a headlamp or some sort of torch with you! The Cape-Townians know what they are doing though: The view from up there is truly breath-taking (although the fireworks were rather small compared to what we are used to from Germany). You get really amazing views over all the golden city lights. So if you ask me, a nocturnal hike up Lion’s Head (e.g. to watch the sunset) is a definite MUST! But please be more responsible than those smashed, flipfloppy and gin-bottle-but-no-torch-carrying tourists we had to bring back down the mountain… I was honestly relieved when we reached the foot of the mountain without seeing anyone tumble down some dark slope.

Two very awesome hikes! However, learn from my mistake and don’t do them on the same day… Even if you have as many ants in your panties as me – don’t listen to them! I woke up in 2017 as stiff and aching as a 99year-old granny…

But Cape Town offers many more impressive peaks: For instance, if you visit Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens (also highly recommended!), you should know that there is no fence at the back of the terrain. You just keep walking and soon you will be passing signs for hiking trails instead of flower beds. I wish we had known this before I decided against a sporty outfit on New Year’s Day… (at least that was my excuse, but the actual truth is that I could barely walk without flinching my face in pain with every step. Seriously, my legs were on fire! Gee, was I whiny that day….).

The other hike I can recommend is the one up to Chapman’s Peak. There’s actually a very popular scenic ocean drive at its foot (http://www.chapmanspeakdrive.co.za/). But naturally, you get an even better view when you get your ass outa the car 😉 The walk with its many wildflowers is very enjoyable and the views you get of the coastline and the other mountains is – again – epic. If it hadn’t been so damn windy that day, I would have wanted to stay up there forever!

Oh yeah, and a little P.S.: Watch some video footage from these hikes in our V-Log about Cape Town.

“Christmas Eve” or “Escaping Disaster”

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Merry Christmas everyone!

Spending Christmas in Lesotho was very UNchristmassy. As a matter of fact, our car broke down that day. This time, we didn’t hit a pothole but heard some worryingly scraping noises when breaking plus, the whole jeep pulled strongly to the left side. Of course, we were driving down some 2.000m slope at that point :/ But we made it to the next lodge in tense silence and once more, jacked up the Pajero. I can honestly say that I learnt a lot about cars this trip… With Michael on the phone and ten locals watching us, we finally found the root of the problem: 1(!) single screw was missing. But an important one: FYI, wheel suspensions only consist of two big screws per tire and as soon as one is missing, the other one could fall out shortly after. You can imagine that the resulting loss of control could lead to a rather nasty accident. Not a pretty thought. Lucky us.

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Caution: This is Monkey Land!

dsc01792_fotorFor us, it wouldn’t be a perfect holiday without some decent, sweaty hikes. And with our 4×4 (see last article), we didn’t have any problems getting deep into the Lesotho and SA mountains. When it comes to hiking, I never really know what there is to write about it but rather let the pictures speak for themselves. The ones beneath are from three different tours. Please check the subtitles or contact us directly if you’re interested in the exact locations.

What I do want to explain is the title of this post: It was in the South of the Drakenberg Mountains and we were walking along a sunny grass plateau when we heard loud bellowing. It was kind of nerve-wrecking to hear those noises so close to us without being able to identify their source. The fact that the sound echoed at the cliffs only made it mightier. But soon enough we spotted our first Baboon.

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The Gibbon Experience

It’s not particularly cheap, but as soon as I had heard of the treehouses in Bokeo Province, I knew I had to see them for myself and sleep in there. So, I booked my trip and three weeks ago, I jumped on a plane.

laos-physical-mapThe town Houayxay (in Lao’s Northwest, see the green arrow!) itself is not that exciting so I spent a rather relaxing afternoon with the people from my hostel, read my book and walked around. I woke up refreshed and very, very excited. After a brief introduction, we got split up into two groups and loaded into jeeps. A very bumpy 3h drive brought us deeper into the national park to a small village which was the starting point of our hike. Both groups would do the same route, but in opposite directions. For the first 5min or so I was a little disappointed because I ‘got stuck’ with a complete female group and I half-expected to have three days of screaming and complaining ahead of me (wow, am I being sexist here? I guess sexism also exists between women…). But oh boy, was I wrong! All other 7 group members were tough cookies: No-one complained about the hike being too steep, we didn’t have to wait up for anyone and all in all, we had tonnes of fun together! One of those moments when your first impression is just wrong and you feel guilty afterwards… As soon as we left the rice fields and entered the jungle, I knew I would love this trip (except for the millions of mozzies and leeches, to be fair…).

The hike was demanding enough; we were puffing and panting up some fairly steep and slippery ascents and I could tell that I am still not fully recovered from my first month here. When we reached the first zip-line, we got a brief introduction from our guides and with mixed feelings everyone tried it for the first time. Let’s just say that the security checks are rather… minimalistic and I was glad I already knew the harnesses from climbing. But this lack of security also had its advantages, for example we were allowed to zip-line by ourselves and didn’t have to wait for double-checks all the time. So, I fastened my straps, attached both ropes to the zip-line, took a deep breath and off I went.

It’s a crazy feeling to just jump and plunge into open air. I didn’t even book the tour because of the zip-lining but thought of it as a mere bonus. Looking back now though, I am so glad it was included! It was incredible to speed through and high above the green canopy, to lean back even further to increase my speed, feel the wind on my face and turn my head this way and that in order to catch every possible angle of the view. The first morning, I woke early and spontaneously decided to kick-start my metabolism: So, I put on my gear and swiiiiiiiish, off I went. Because there was no-one behind me I could break and just stop in the middle of the line. I took some nice pictures of the morning mist in the mountains, watched my feet dangle 30meters above the forest floor and just felt super energized and happy. Part of me was tempted to let go a loud Tarzan-cry, but out of courtesy for my fellow hiker’s beauty sleep, I didn’t. The downside of this little excurse was that I had to monkey-monkey myself all the way back into the treehouse. “Monkey-monkey” was what our guide called it when someone didn’t make it all the way to the platform. You then had to turn around and haul yourself along the zip-line with your arms. Good exercise!

Oh yeah and I haven’t even talked about the treehouses! AMAZING!! They are truly breath-taking and I can only imagine how much hard work it took to complete them. The national park is very remote and all the supplies for building, maintaining and all the food is carried up there on ponyback or by foot. When starting a new house, the tree needs to be climbed by a human and then, the first zip-line is set up. All material is carried over like this, from the first nails and planks to the sink and toilet bowl. In fact, we enjoyed a lot of comfort up there: Electricity from solar panels (not for charging your cameras but to power some lightbulbs)! Even running – and drinkable – water! I loved taking my showers with that view, I doubt anyone could start their mornings any more refreshed and adventurous. Going to the toilet in the middle of the night was a mission though: D I really regretted drinking that beer in the evening haha In general, I slept like a baby up there, lulled by the cicadas chirping and my aching muscles. We had comfortable army-style mattresses, thick covers and a mosquito net – what more can you ask for? Good food? Well, we even had that!

On the second day, we did more hiking, zip-lining and stopped at a nice natural pool for a swim. Ahhhhhh, so refreshing! The 3 days passed way too quickly and before I knew it, I was back in Houayxay and only the mosquito bites reminded me a few more days of where I had been…

But there was no need to be sad because the trip ended with a lovely dinner with the whole group and a local festival of lights. Every town and village celebrates it after the traditional boat races, but on very different dates. It was truly beautiful to see the many candles and lights illuminating the streets. They also let burning lanterns fly into the night sky and launched even more candles glued on boats – from the size of a hand up to 5m long ones! The whole town was celebrating.

And also the flight back was an experience in itself: The airport seemed even tinier to me than it had upon my arrival and there was a power failure so neither their computer system, nor any security devices worked. Two girls from my hiking group actually got away with accidentally having booked their flight for the day before. But because the system was down (and maybe because the overstrained, barely-English speaking Lao lady didn’t want to start an English discussion with them…) they got on the flight anyways! Lucky day! The security check consisted of one brief, 3second look into the main compartment of my backpack and no-one even noticed the remaining water in the hydration bladder; I could have brought ten knives with me without anyone noticing it… Ah well. Luckily, there’s pretty much zero risk of terrorist attacks here in Lao…

All in all, a GREAT and very unique trip!