Chasing Sunsets in Cape Town

Waking up to the golden glow of Table Mountain outside my window was something I’ll never forget. The morning air was crisp, filled with the scent of sea breeze and promise. I started the day with a cable car ride to the top of the mountain—watching the city shrink beneath me, the ocean stretching endlessly in every direction. By sunset, I found myself on the beach at Camps Bay, barefoot in the sand, watching the sun dip below the horizon with a soft orange glow. The waves rolled in gently, and for the first time in a long time, I felt still. Cape Town didn’t just impress me—it stayed with me.