The first full day started with a morning business session, after which we were all levered into 15 minibuses and enthused for the company treasure hunt. Not normally top of the wish list, this event seemed to have a lot more potential, since one of the main aims was to cover a circuit so that the sights around the Cape could be seen. This did indeed prove to be the case. Once out of the Cape Town sprawl, we motored down the M3, across the peaks of the Silvermines area, to arrive at the first destination, which was Kommetjie. The clues pointed to the lighthouse, and although time was short, there were a number of interesting coastal birds. We at first landed short of the lighthouse, by a small beach area with exposed rocks off the shoreline. The rocks hosted multitudes of cormorants, which unfortunately were a little too distant to make out most, apart from the obvious Great Cormorants and one or two of the much smaller Crowned Cormorants, whose small crests could be clearly seen. The sandy shoreline had around a dozen Black Oystercatchers, and we could also see the lighthouse a little way further south from here. The required photo taken here, I wandered to the fenced perimeter, and this produced the goods - a couple of not too shy Spotted Thick-knees just over the boundary.
Before going into the Cape Reserve, the itinerary required a stop off for curios at roadside sellers. There were some quite good artefacts here, but the calls of sunbirds on the other side of the road was a much greater draw. Result was one bird seen and identified as Southern Double-collared Sunbird.
Buffels Bay was the designated site for lunch. With coronation chicken thrust quickly down, the Greater Crested & Sandwich Terns on the rocks were scrutinised. Among the smelly tangle on the shoreline were small numbers of Cape Wagtail. Despite a short walk into low scrub behind the beach, not much apart from Cape Bulbuls were seen.
Next stop was Cape Point, which gains almost all of its credence from geographical position - this was greatly diminished by the predictable take over by tourism. The fernicular just had to be taken to the lighthouse, but one benefit of this was the Rock Martins circling beneath.
Last stop before finish was Boulders Point, and the Jackass Penguin colony. This, of course, was also turned into a tourist spot. The sight of penguins in the wild was more than acceptable, but blighted by bathers swimming around them and the attendant commercialisation. On the other side of the car park, to the south, were yet more penguins, which were not quite as encroached upon. Despite all this, the birds seemed totally oblivious to human presence.