You climb into an air-conditioned van in the shadow of Table Mountain and the city peels away: pastel houses of Bo‑Kaap blur past, then palm-lined Camps Bay, until the Atlantic pushes against the windshield and the road narrows into Chapman's Peak Drive. The sea has a blunt, restless character here — it tosses white spray against the cliffs and dares you to keep looking over the rail. By midday you’ll be craning your neck at Cape Point’s cliffs, walking an inclined path up to the lighthouse perched roughly 300 meters above the ocean, and later standing along a curated boardwalk to watch African penguins strut and preen at Boulders Beach.