DO fully embrace your tourist status and soak up the Christmas sunshine somewhere fancy, like the buzzing V&A waterfront. Browse boutique shops and sink your gnashers into the best steak on the planet at Belthazar. All other steaks are officially incomparable…
DO potter down Long Street gawping at quirky shops and bars, meander up Kloof street for a breakfast ‘eggy‘ (chorizo tartlet with poached egg plonked on top).
DO chop your locks off. Especially ladies: its half the price of the UK & includes a head, neck and shoulder massage. Lekker! I went to uber-trendy Scar on Kloof Street.
DO book advance tickets and join the queue for a hop over to Robben Island, where Nelson Mandela and his comrades were imprisoned for so much of their lives. Shocking to see his cell was smaller than those of the guard dogs, a truly humbling experience.
Do pop melt-in-the-mouth sushi in Beluga’s trendy courtyard. So fresh and so tasty, so abundant and so cheap. Envy local Capetonians on their lunch break who get to do this every day! #Healthtastic.
Do imagine living in the beautiful, affluent Camp’s bay, in a fancy apartment under the looming ancient grandeur of the twelve apostles and Lion’s head. Brave the breeze to watch the sun set behind the tidal pool as crazy clouds hurl themselves off the rocky mountain tops.
Do cruise down the coast, hugging the cliffs of the stunning Chapman’s Peak Drive and see Hout bay unravel before you like a trick of some wide angle lens.
Do wolf down oodles of seafood at Hout Bay Mariner’s Wharf, then burn it off strolling alongside cute, a waddling colony of African penguins at stunning Boulder’s beach.
DO hold onto your hat and strive to avoid getting blown away at Cape Point. Admire the cliffs towering above the merging of waters: the frosty Atlantic with the balmy Indian. Then pose for a pic at the most south-westerly point in Africa, The Cape of Good Hope.
Do cable-car to the top of majestic Table Mountain (in peak season – December – go early to avoid the crowds), walk to Maclear’s beacon then shuffle down the steep face, shaky legs and all.
Do venture into the winelands, first stop Stellenbosch…