Around the tip of Africa
Trip Start Apr 24, 2012
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Vermaaklikheid seems to be in the middle of nowhere. A grader was busy grading the road on the day so the road was in top condition. The "town's funny" came in the opposite direction, on foot, driving his pretend car with steering wheel in hand, waved like the Queen and smiled brightly. Pitty, I was too slow to get a photo. A rather impressive sight is Branksheuwel Olive Farm. Clearly, THE farm in the area. A lot of thought went into the layout and presentation of the farm.
Beautifully preserved old cape style houses and a peculiar “sunk” house next to the trading post was about all there was to see.
Duiwenhok rivier was at the other side of a locked gate
Witsand. A place I remembered from my childhood or so I thought. It did not look anything like I remembered and only after meeting with my dad, I realised I must have been smoking my socks back then. A beautiful place none the less. The Breeriver mouth is the reason for this town’s existence. A Wide river mouth, with a host of holiday activity opportunities. Nella se Winkel was one of basically 2 shops in town. My dad said that Witsand also had a lovely Hotel. We were lucky enough to see a grysbokkie in the street. Anyways, seeing that we needed to cross over the river at Malgas with the pontoon we asked Oupa Cas, my dad, to meet us for coffee in Witsand. Oupa Cas lives in Heidelberg about 30km away. It was lovely to see Oupa. Just too short. He came bearing gifts too. A Beautiful pair of earrings for me and a bag of biltong for the boys. Only once we were a way away already did we realise what fantastic biltong it was. Perfectly dried, not too wet and not dry either. Thanks dad, it went down very well.
Thanks to dad meeting us in Witsand we made the pontoon (ferry) at Malgas with time to spare. The pontoon is a manually operated one, has a 10 ton restriction and will take you across the Breerivier between sunrise and sunset
Arniston with its famous hotel lies on the sea shore of a small bay. Arniston has nothing to do with Arniston wine fame, to my disappointment. There are no vineyards and no wine. Unless you go to the Hotel, of course. It is yet another holiday town.
On the way to Struisbaai we saw a double rainbow. We seem to just be missing the storm clouds. We decided to drive through Struisbaai to get to Cape Agulhas to set up camp for the night. By now it was very cold and the threat of rain was enough to hurry us along. The campsite in Cape Agulhas was right on the beach just behind one row of houses and next to a place with the name “STORM WATERS” that did not give us much confidence for the night. So back to Struisbaai we went. Set up camp along with only one other camper. The sunset did not disappoint as usual. Amazing colours!
Cape Agulhas was cold but sunny in the morning. After a lovely hot bath we took a ride to the Light House and the most southern point of Africa. After having fun as the most southern Africans in Africa we explored some more and then went to the harbour to buy some fresh fish. They suggested Yellowtail for braaiing. With a lovely fresh fish in the fridge we were content to leave Cape Agulhas. I always remember this small harbour with its turquoise waters. There is just something about it.