Camps Bay

... Where there are rocks that look like huge, smooth balls of gray clay smashed on top of each other with white sands in between. And where you never run out of freezing seawater, orange popsicle and beaded keychain salesmen, or surfers in their black wetsuits. It all sits within the stone picture frame of table mountain and to be honest - it is a bit overwhelming to lay on that beach. You feel like you can't appreciate it enough - like you'd prefer to eat it or something. Patrick said, "I think this place is too grand for me." But not for me!!! :)