Measured on atmosphere, our very own Cape Point feels a whole lot more like the southern tip of Africa than Cape Agulhas does. Those expecting the drama of an exposed spear of rock plunged deep into the ocean’s heart, angry waves attacking on all sides and weatherbeaten natives warring with the elements, will be a tad disappointed. But fact remains, Agulhas is as far south you can go short of rolling up the trousers and taking to the water. So you might as well spend at least one weekend of your life here, if for no other reason than to say, “been there, done that, and have the wet T-shirt to prove it.” Struisbaai lies a little up the road from Agulhas. Some say it was named after the straw cottages built years ago by fishermen; others ascribe the name to the ‘Vogelstruis’ (ostriches) that once roamed wild in the area. What we do know is that Struisbaai has the longest stretch of white beach in the country, and that it’s a popular family holiday resort with a lot of ugly houses. According to an old lady we met on crutches, Die Skip (as they call New Year in these parts) is a nightmare to be avoided by the faint of heart. “Just like the Woodstock Festival,” she muttered, and hobbled off.