We stopped for a while at a place directly overlooking Cape Town, a magnificent view of the city with Table Mountain and Lion’s Head Mountain forming the backdrop, while the sky took on a nice hue as the day came closer to evening. What a torment for the prisoners on this little piece of rock, to be able to gaze at such a fine scene every day and be so close. Some daring, or rather desperate, souls tried to swim and escape, but only a handful ever made it across to land; the rest having fallen victim to sharks or the cold waters.
I can’t deny that the touristy aspect of the tour didn’t take away from fully appreciating the historical significance of the prison. We finally saw the cell Mandela was kept, which was nondescript, small (about 2.5 metres wide), and had no toilet. It was so cold, but it was amazing to think an amazing man, resided here and to only enter into freedom with no feeling of hatred.
What a trip it has been. I walk away now with knowledge and friendships as well as 5 programs to implement back into my girls academies.