A Point in Time.

Waddle you do when you get to the bottom?

Cape Point, SA – As we wound down the coast, the hills were painted with colourful houses: watercolours in the mist. It was a nice break from the grey.

Approaching Chapman's Peak, cliffs rolled into the ocean, making me grip the steering wheel a little more tightly. Then, the skies melted, collapsing to the ground.

Despite the weather – and despite driving on the opposite side of both the car and the road from what I'm accustomed to – it was a nice day for a road trip. I barely exhaled as I adjusted to maneuvering a manual transmission with my left hand.

Soon, it should just be the views that left me breathless.

We wove through Simonstown's pretty Dutch architecture before arriving at Boulders Beach, where we were greeted by braying and a salinity that gripped at our nostrils.

Nearby, an unmistakable waddle: African penguins.

Cape Point: just the tip.

By the hundreds.

In fact, the sea and sand were salt and peppered with them. It was also the first time today we had seen the sun.

We proceeded to Cape Point, which is the southernmost point in continental Africa and where some argue the Indian and Atlantic Oceans merge. Again, the rains hurtled toward us. Reaching the top of the hill, and the lighthouse – long-ago rendered useless by the amount of fog that rolls through the area – four humpback whales crested below.

A good road trip, indeed.