The last time I saw penguins was in a movie theatre watching "March of the Penguins." About 15 minutes in my grandmother fell asleep on my arm. I spent much of the movie distracted by the lack of blood in my limb. This time was a bit better.
I went with a french guy I met who's working in the arts and culture department for Cape Town. It was honestly the most beautiful train ride I've been on (the train itself not too much.) The tracks are basically on the shore of the ocean.
The penguins live in Boulder Bay in a little town called Simon's Town. I still haven't figured out who Simon was, but his town is adorable. After a nice little lunch complete with South African wine (delicious and cheap) we walked the 2 km. (I've gotten so much better with metrics-- I was recently told, 'good, you're one of those advanced and reformed Americans.')
They were obviously "built" for the ocean. On land they're really awkward.
