Garden Court Umtata
Nelson Mandela Drive, Umtata, Eastern Cape 5105 Umtata, Eastern Cape, 5100, South Africa
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Margate... ehm, Mthatha?
... en East London. Dit is een stuk van zo'n 8 uur rijden, waar letterlijk niets tussen ligt.
Zo gezegt, zo gedaan, rijden we uren verder door een heuvelachtig landschap, waar geel gras op groeit en waar hier en daar een grote samenstelling van hutjes te vinden is. De een van leem, de ander van baksteen, weer een van klei en een ander van golfplaat. De grotere steden zijn onopgeruimd (puin langs de weg), lelijk en lijken alleen te worden bevolkt door de arme zwarte bevolking. Het ...
Staying over in Umtata
... to. I stopped a civilised enough looking guy who was just then coming out of his driveway and asked him where I could find a place to stay. He looked me up and down and asked me a bit of an odd question."You would be looking for a,' he paused,"decent place to say then"
Well, yes, not too decent but I like to know that I will wake up in the morning.
Had an outright party with him and his family that evening before setting off for coffee bay the following day.
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This Ain't No 4-wheel Drive
When we were leaving Nieu Bethesda we planned to just go up through Bloemfontein to the Northern Drakensburg Mountains, but Ian, the guy who cooked and helped run the Backpackers there, told us of a better, paved route that would take us south of Lesotho through the whole Drakensburg Mountain range. He said there is a great new backpackers at some waterfalls near Maclear. We drove the beautiful paved country ...
Ahoy!
Sorry it has been so long since I've written. I tried to get to a computer but it just never worked out. I spent the last 2 weeks at Amapondo Backpacker's in Port St. John's. I was able to volunteer with their programs there (Amapondo Children's Project and Amapondo People's Project). With the Amapondo Children's Project they are starting a school which will use the Waldorf teaching method. Their aim is to make this new ...
Backpacking around the Transkie
... were shat on by bats. Another scramble up the cliff and back to the hostel for some nosh and beer. A local village head man invited us to his house for dinner. I went with a group of around 15 others, who sat innertly awestruck at the modesty of his house, while I asked endless questions. All the children apparently go to school here, though I can’t quite see how that works as it’s the boys job to look after the valuable cattle. A wife costs an average 10 ...



