It was back in the car and off to Simon's town to see the penguins or as I look to call them pengu-wens. On the way we stopped off at an outdoor market that was selling all the usual tourist crap I love: hand crafted wooden sculptures, paintings, key rings shaped like penises- that type of tat! There was also an African guy playing with a seal.
He knelt down next to the harbour wall with some offal trapped between his teeth and waited. Jump! Out popped a chubby seal and snatched the fish from my mouth, He turned to the crowd and grinned his 3 tooth grin before returning to the bucket. It was both vile and entertaining to watch.
We arrived at Simon's town and headed straight to the national park to see the wild penguins. It was crowded with people but we muscled our way through to the front. Dozens of little penguins were waddling about among the rocks. We watched as one tripped over a log and tried to regain his balance. On the beach, more and more kept surfing on their tummies to land on the sand. It looked like a great effort for them to go from laying to standing when they don't have knees or hands to push themselves up with.
Another famous feature of Simon's town is the multicoloured beach huts that line the beaches. They stand in neat little rows, each one as colourful as the next like a rainbow.