Cape Town and Cape Point, South Africa
An so, after 17,500 miles on the road, through some of the most beautiful, remote and scary parts of the world we arrived in Cape Town and later to Cape Point. Such an occasion had to be marked in the appropriate way and so Conor and myself wore tuxedos, while Nicky adorned a cocktail dress for the day.
It's not everyday you drive 17,500 miles...
It was quite an emotional moment arriving at Cape Point. I had dreamed of owning a Land Rover and driving over the African expanse for so many years. The culmination of years of planning and hard work was this arrival. London to Cape Town was more than a road trip. It became a way of life and without meaning to sound clichéd or soppy, it’s one of the most incredible things I’ve done in my life and will be hard to move on from.
The moment we arrived at the Cape!
A couple of bottles of champagne and some cheese put paid to the over emotion and set us up for a great night out in Cape Town. The evening was large and involved a lot of dancing and chatting to locals pretty damn inquisitive about our tuxes, including a reporter for GQ magazine who was a particular fan!
Sunset over Cape Point.
A couple of days R&R in the stunning wine region of Franschoek and it was a sad farewell to my long term travel partner Conor, who was leaving in Cape Town. I still had a couple of weeks and around 2,500 more miles to put on the clock getting the car back up to Windhoek in Namibia and that’s what the Namibia (again) section covers!
