Oh my God! Already the middle of the vacations. Even doing nothing, vacation time flies by! No comment on the wind today - or do: We plan to make the biting wind our friend for next week and book kite lessons for me and surf lessons for Corinne including three nights in Langebaan (beautiful lagoon). Take that, you wind!

Today it is time for the Cape of Good Hope. The two hours drive we take four, the last through a HUGE national park. Again and again beautiful, deserted beaches. But the water is icy and the wind whips the waves until they break and the spray stings from the crest. We reach the hill at the cape with the old lighthouse (1860-1919 in operation) which is accessible via a short 15-minute climb. Alternatively, we can take a small train, which looks like a half-portion of the Polibändli in green. We decide, however, for the third, even lazier option, the leisurely tour via restaurant and sometime later then a digestive walk...

The restaurant 'Two Oceans', respectively the view is a sensation! Although we decide because of the wind (full 40 km/h on my wind meter) for an inside place, we look spellbound through the huge window front on the racing wave crests in the False Bay. It's called False Bay because the sailors got lost in the wrong bay, not the one in Cape Town, and couldn't get out because of the wind. The Calamares rings follow the Savannas into the big hole in my stomach. Now I feel better again.

We change the flip-flops for sneakers from the car before the climb to the lighthouse and fight already here with flying sand from the road. Ouch. Chrigi gives up after 5 minutes against the wind. Corinne and I hold on to our sunglasses, determined to reach the summit - even if it's just to measure the wind force. The higher we climb the stairs, the lower our bodies are bent over the ground. I have to cling to the next step a few times to avoid being knocked down by a strong gust of wind. We overtake a group of Asians in business dress. On the way we also see the new lighthouse, with the probably strongest luminosity of 10Mio Candelas, which are still visible 63 km away.

At the top I measure 90 km/h wind gusts! I pull out my glasses, afraid to lose them. The Asians have also managed and give a surrealistic picture. They are quite enthusiastic about Corinne's blowing hair (or skirt) and we shoot each other photos.

After a detour back all the way down directly to the Cape (the rock) of good hope, we drive back along the coast through the national park. We meet a cheeky family 'Baboons' (baboons) at the roadside, which throw stones from above on the road out of frustration about the feeding ban imposed by the gamekeepers. We also follow Fredi's advice and do not get out of the car. Individually quite sweet, the monkeys in the pack actually look somehow stronger and somewhat aggressive.

We prefer to continue in the direction of penguins. No kidding, they really exist here. They must have broken out of the polar circle one day and settled in sunny South Africa. Right so. The animals are extremely cute. Always two and two sit in front of their plastic hut. We watch a few surfer penguins, which bravely throw themselves into the surf. To the great disinterest of the colony, which prefer to bask in the sun on the large round stones, or alternatively hide in the bushes from the sandstraler (wind plus sand). We can barely hold our ground against the sandy wind with one arm in front of our face and our caps pulled down and take pictures of the penguins. Corinne and I think about adopting a penguin. Let it then, however, in favor of a zebra, or so. Not?!

The day is coming to an end. We drive back along the coast for another hour, passing large sand dunes, funny hippie cars and the dense cloud cover over Tablemountain. The brown smoke of the bush fires clouds the view once more. At home, Hotzenplotz awaits us sleeping, or playing dead-cat. An exhausting day for all.