The sun was rising as we approached Cape Town and it was freezing outside. A bunch of us woke up before dawn and put on as many layers as possible to venture out to the nose of the ship on the 7th deck. Even in the twilight, Table Mountain was visible in the distance. I waited with some of my hall mates to see the sun peak above its flat summit....
Days earlier, while still at sea, the MV Explorer received a fax informing us to avoid Mombasa, Kenya - our next location after Cape Town. We were told that because of increasing terrorism attacks


TRAIL HEAD


IRON RED GORGE

As we climbed higher, a trail reemerged that took us away from trickling water. We reached an opening in the 'jungle' that offered a view of Cape Town from wwaaaaayyyy further up than I thought we were. The trail zig-zagged a few more times to where we found a sign directing us to "Skull's Gorge." We barely stopped long enough to ponder the thought that a 'gorge' is usually a body of water. Minutes later, the dirt turned into white fine sand and the trees progressively grew closer to the ground and offered thinner cover. As the trail leveled off and we approached the 'table' of the mountain, I thought I was on another planet. The ground was flat for miles in front of us until it dropped off in the distance because we'd reach the end of the world. There were huge white, chalky boulders that surrounded a dammed reservoir of iron red water. Little green shrubs burrowed into the white sand and to our right a ways off was some sort of stone structure that was manned by a lone park ranger. We scaled a boulder for a water break, but none of us spoke.



HILLS AND VALLEYS, VALLEYS AND HILLS
At this point, I was down to my last inch of water in my Nalgene and it seemed my hallmates were in the same situation. We munched on a bag of trailmix Sean magically pulled out of his bag for the first time, even though all of us grumbled about our stomachs rumbling while walking the wrong way on the wrong road. We reached the top of the hill only to discover two shallow valleys and hilltops ahead - and that's what we could see. Below in the valley closest to us, we saw another hiker, our first hiking passerby since leaving the garden. When we met him in the bottom of the valley, he told us (in English) we had maybe three more hours to go until we reached the cable cars. This was good and bad news. Good news was that we had an final destination - and it included cable cars that would take back to the bottom of the mountain. Bad news was that we were out of water. About two hours later we had scaled the two valleys and h

CABLE CARS OVER THE EDGE OF THE WORLD
Once we climbed over the last hilltop, we were expecting the worst - which would have been another serious of lonely changes of elevation. The sun was behind the clouds and even though we were glad the sun wasn't beating down on us wasn't like it was when we reached the gorge, we were nervous because we couldn't tell if the sun was about to go down or if it was just overcast. Then I heard people - their voices were faint, but I was happy to have another human encounter to ensure that someone knew we were up there. Once we got over the ridge, there were tourists everywhere and we could see the cable cars, a museum and a restaurant. One woman was chasing her kid across the rocks in high-heeled sandals. We emerged a little haggard, oozing a sense of ruggedness. Those fresh off a five minute cable car ride up the mountain were enjoying the views in designer sweaters and shoes. We surged over the rocks, ignoring the meandering trail, towards whatever building was closest. We reserved a spot on the last cable car down the mountain (which was scheduled for sundown). We had enough time to eat fat, juicy burgers and a mountainous side of fries outside, and tried to find the invisible divide between the Atlantic and Indian ocean. Then, right on schedule, the sun followed us down the side of Table Mountain.

No comments:
Post a Comment