5th December 2025
Early start this morning as we have to be at the ferry terminal with Passports no later than 0830hrs, so birthday girl has to forgo her lay-in today🥵🥵. When we were planning this trip Christine specifically chose this activity for her birthday; she wanted something very memorable.

With cards and breakfast out of the way we headed out and arrived to join the queue before the 0830 deadline, though judging by what we observed, I don’t think it would have mattered. When we had finished the “admin” and got onto the pier, there were two ferries; just as well because we were on the second one to leave!!! The crossing to the island took approximately 45-minutes and it was a bit choppy at times but nothing too onerous!!!!!

Once we were off the boat we were loaded onto coaches and started the first part of the tour. We were driven along the “prescribed” route and the first point of interest we stopped at was a cemetery. Our first impression was this was for “inmates” who had died but we were wrong, the graves are for people who died of leprosy during the mid 1800’s that had been banished to the island as a designated leprosy colony.

Robben Island has a long history as a prison, hospital and military base, but most famous for its use as a political prison during apartheid. Initially used for banishment and imprisonment in the 1600’s under Dutch rule, it later served as a leper and mental hospital before becoming a military outpost in the 20th century. After that it was converted into the notorious maximum security prison for anti-apartheid activists, the most famous being Nelson Mandela. The island is now a UNESCO World Heritage Site and museum symbolising the triumph of “freedom over oppression”.

During the 30-year period of Apartheid, this island only handled political prisoners, the vast majority of which were educated so the “powers that be” decided they needed something both menial and exhausting to keep them Occupied, so they opened a quarry. They forced these inmates to quarry stone or lime for 8-hours a day, five days a week with no machinery or protection. We passed the stone quarry en route to our next stop.

The next point of interest was Sobukwe House. History tells the world about Nelson Mandela but he wasn’t alone, a little known man named “Robert Sobukwe” was equally troublesome and outspoken to the regime and in the main forgotten. but his deeds got him incarcerated initially for 5-years but extended, for years he was kept in “solitary confinement” on Robben Island; to find out about him and his involuntary journey, this link is well worth a read. https://southafrica-info.com/history/robert-sobukwe-one-race-human-race/

Next we passed the parish church, though it was not used for prisoners, just the island’s “free” population. Our guide was very informative but was also on a strict timetable and at our final stop, mainly for a comfort break and to view the penguins that live on and around the island, we were given 5-minutes, starting as the last person left the bus!!!!

Our last stop was the end of part one of the tour and now, with a new guide we would start part 2, the prison building. The guide we had was in fact one of the political prisoners and was incarcerated here for 5-years. With his first hand knowledge he was in the perfect place to speak authoritatively about life in this “hell hole”, he showed us the mats they slept on in the early days though the “powers that be” realised it was counter productive as sleeping on cold concrete floors with just a thin mat caused sickness so eventually brought in bunk beds. These dormitories held around 56 prisoners and off to the side was the wash house, showers and toilet etc. Our guide was 20-years old and still studying when he was arrested, for what he never really told us other than sabotage. Though he had only spent 5-years inside, he was kept in detention for more than six months before and when released, he was constantly checked by the authorities to ensure he was behaving; he never really thought he was free. We think that he became institutionalised and that’s why he is back conducting tours. We think he was approximately 75years old now and lives on the island full time in a sort of grace and favour house.

The other interesting fact was the block built to hold political prisoners from Namiba. Namibia has its own interesting history but the reason for this building, was when South Africa ruled the country they applied “apartheid”, which then created the movement for independence hence this block was built. For more info here’s a link. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_Namibia)

After this fascinating talk by our guide, we were led into the next block, all small isolated cells one of which was Nelson Mandela’s “home” for much of his 27-years on Robben Island. This cell consisted of a mat to sleep on a very small low level table and a bucket and yet he managed to write and conceal much of his work on his book, “The Long Road to Freedom”; the resilience of that man was extraordinary to endure all that hardship yet still retain everything to become the president and successfully lead his people to independence.

Back to the ferry only to find there was a continua’s stream of ferries, as soon as one was loaded, they filled the next; thinking back to the “8.30 am latest” wasn’t quit right!!!!

Birthday-girl now wanted some beach and sea to go with the sun we were enjoying but I did remind her what Wayne had said, “the sea around here is far to cold to swim in” but I think she did take her “swimmers” anyway. I called up an “Uber” and off we headed to Camp Bay, but being a Friday early afternoon we were stuck in very heavy traffic; everybody going home for the weekend no doubt.

We had been in Camp Bay on Wednesday but on arrival went straight into the bar and when we left it was dark, so saw “nothing!!”; today was going to be different. We walked straight onto the sandy beach then shoes off and into the sea for a paddle, my goodness Wayne was right, it was so cold; I remember pointing out to Christine that this looked a magnificent beach but there were zero people in the water, that told us something!!!!!

After walking the beach, mostly paddling in the cold water, and by which time the wind had got up, Christine called it a day and we headed to the only bar we knew here in Camp Bay. The Chin Chilla Bar, the place we went several nights ago. The table we were given was at the top of the stairs, not very nice so we explained it was Christine’s birthday and could we be put on the balcony overlooking the sea. They were very obliging and moved the lady already there and set us up at her table!!!! We now ordered a second bottle of wine and some nibbles to go with it.

It was still late afternoon when we’d had sufficient but decided to head back and grab a bite back on the waterfront, so phoned for a trusty “Uber”, and by now the wind was quite strong and cold. Though we had been advised to always have a jumper or something warm with us as one never knows when this cold wind will strike; I hadn’t listened though Christine had, but was still cold!!!

“Better the devil you know” was the motto so headed into a place called “Harry’s”, where we went in our first night. Back in our hotel after a 10-minute walk to find the hotel had kindly left 1/2 bottle of bubbly, a cake and the bed covered in rose petals; very thoughtful for birthday girl. Tomorrow we have the start of the HSBC rugby sevens, I’m really looking forward to that!!!!!




































