Yesterday I blogged, but the wifi hiccupped, and everything I wrote disappeared, so let's see what I remember.  Had a whole day tour on Wednesday to Cape of Good Hope, and sites off the main road on the way south.  I always imagined that Cape Town water front was the Cape itself, but no from Cape Town it is about eighty miles to the bottom of the continent with mountains inbetween.  Most of the way we traveled on the Atlantic shore road.  Beautiful, breathtaking, many areas the road is cliff side or along the shore.  Go around a mountain bend in the road and a bay opens up before you, cliffs, beaches, homes and palaces.  One bay had about 15 miles of sand in a huge curve, after the beach there was a vast wetland ringed by the houses up the slopes about a third of the way up.  So beautiful!  S. Africa is keeping some of the land as nature preserves, and here was one of many examples I saw of this environmental protection, the houses were in a wide band not too low on the wetland nor too high so the unspoiled mountain greenery wasn't covered by a housing development.  Rounding another bend in the road, and the road went a little higher up cliff side, and suddenly on the ocean side of the road were a very long string of small parking lots.  No these were roof tops with driveways unto them from the road on which we were driving, and below each "parking lot" were apartment buildings with the floors going down to the beach.  Maybe five or six apartments under each parking lot, running down the cliff which were adjacent to and below the roadway.  Another bay was the home to a fishing village, where on the quay were fifty tents, awnings and tarps on the ground, each offering tourist klitsh ( depending on the beholder junk or treasured keepsack).  In the water, just were they should be were a half dozen motor launches offering rides out to a clumping of rocks, or island carpeted with seals.  The waters in the harbor were placid, but beyond the breakwater, the boat bounced around hills and valleys of water, which the tourist looked out at eye level, or occasionally up a little to see the creast of the hill of water.  Once behind the island, the seals were but twenty feet away from the boat, and the seas churned beyond the perifery of the rocks...  but we had to return to the safety of the harbor thru the watery termoil.  The last few miles north of the Cape of Good Hope were low slung hills of brush, bushes, reeds and a dusty pink flower that grew helter skelter between the brush which the wild ostriches seem to prefer.  The males are the expected black and white plumage, while the females have a muddy brown, with slight accents of black and white feathers.  I saw perhaps ten to fifteen of the birds.  The road approaching the Cape is just above sea level with rocks and boulders individually or in piles just off shore between the road and the oceans causing breakers churn and crash ashore, the cold Atlantic and the warmer  Indian Oceans waters meet and mix at the Cape and crash ashore.  Inland of the Cape is a higher bluff with a light house on it, looking down on the Cape itself.  On the way back to Cape town we cut across from the Indian Ocean shore thru a pretty valley with mountains surrounding the valley to the Atlantic shore..  Here the two Oceans were about two or three miles apart with the snaking-winding valley having constant winds from the east or the west.  The last surprise was a visit to a jackass penguin rookery.  And these birds lived up to their namesake, they bray just like a donkey, but the youngsters coo to vocalize.  The guide and I discussed going to Table Mountain just behind Cape Town, but it was misty and you couldn't see the mountain top.  So I decided to wait until Thursday to see it, so I took advantage of the hotel shuttle to the waterfront, and had an assorted wild life dinner. One was crockedile, and springbok, and a buffalo, couldn't taste the difference between them, or regular beef, except one was very chewy.