We had a fun time wandering around part of the Waterfront before heading over to the Robben Island Museum to line up for our ferry.
One of the most unexpected sculptures we've ever seen was definitely this one of the Incredible Hulk!
I know it was hokey to have Steven take my picture here but I couldn't resist!
The sign inside the entrance to the Robben Island Museum, which was opened in January, 1997, declared "While we will not forget the brutality of apartheid, we will not want Robben Island to be a monument of out hardship and suffering. We would want it to be a triumph of the human spirit against the forces of evil, a triumph of wisdom and largeness of spirit against small minds and pettiness, a triumph of courage and determination over human frailty and weakness."
The Robben Island Museum logo represented the triumph of the human spirit.
We were supposed to leave on the first ferry of the day at 9 but that didn't happen so I wandered around the museum while Steven waited patiently in line, God love him!
Massive lines formed to attend the funeral for victims of the Sharpeville Massacre.
Free Elections: When general elections were held in South Africa on April 27th, 1994, it was the first time that all the country's citizens were permitted to participate. Millions lined up over a three-day period to take advantage of their right to vote. Mandela was elected as President in the new National Assembly. April 27th is celebrated every year as Freedom Day, a public holiday, in South Africa.
I couldn't help but think what an ingenious and beautiful way to recycle pop cans and bottle tops this was.
Since coming to Africa a few weeks ago, we had seen similar Telephone Wire Art bowls. I loved their vibrant and fun colors but Steven was not as fond of them, to put it mildly! Knowing this was likely my last opportunity to buy one, I did, hoping Steven would grow to at least tolerate it over time. My difficulty was deciding just which one piece to buy as I loved them all!
I learned that electrical plastic-coated wire (originally sourced from telephone cabling) was used by urban crafters applying traditional weaving techniques to produce functional and decorative items. A mold is used by the weaver who starts from the outside to weave toward the center.
Next up was the ritzy development of Clifton Beach, a Blue Flag certified beach with four distinct coves. The designation meant that it had received a certificate for meeting stringent environmental standards. Surrounding the small town were multi-million rand (South Africa's currency) beach cottages as well as large condos and hotels for the mega-rich. Clifton Beach is known as a 'favorite spot for people wanting to be seen in the right places' - not an area clearly for us!
Hallelujah - we were thrilled when we finally lucked out and found a parking spot on the highway at Camps Bay which we had driven through earlier. A few minutes' walk led us to the white sandy beach. I noticed there were very few people brave enough to swim in the chilly waters.
After spending the day at the Robben Island Museum, then on the island touring the prison, and shopping at the V&A Waterfront, it was sublime being lazy louts and relaxing on the beach for a couple of hours. We had almost given up hope driving up and down the coast looking for parking.
I watched while this enterprising man walked up and down the beach selling pop and ice cream.
The woman wore a traditional indigo skirt common in South Africa for the last 100 plus years.
A lifeguard, suitably clad against the elements:
We left the beach about 6:30 as we were getting hungry and still had a drive ahead of us before we got back to the Altona Lodge.
More photos of the amazing Lion's Head near sundown: