Cape Agulhas

At 5am I got a text message: “My GPS says I’ll be there at 05h11.” Paul Moxley had left Cape Town before dawn to join me for the day, and Bryan Allott was driving up too, both wanting to be there for the most southern point of Africa. I like it when people step out of their routine to do something different.

We set off a little after five thirty onto a calm sea with no wind, swell down to 2m. Having company made cutting straight across the bay to Agulhas an easy choice, and the conditions only got better as the morning went on. The highlight of the day has to be that I have just paddled around the southernmost point of the African continent, Cape Agulhas. Having sailed past many times I know how rough it can be, but today it was perfect. By my calculations, dubious at the best of times, I have now paddled a third of the distance around the country. How lekker is that.

Paul treated Warren and me to fish and chips from the local caravan vendor in the harbour, and put us up for the next few days on his farm near Die Mond in a big old Cape Dutch farmhouse. Braai time that night. By 8:30am the next morning our Land Rover was, by some margin, the most southerly Land Rover, or vehicle of any kind, on the African continent.