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Published: February 20th 2012
The Silver Bullets on tour - part one, take two!
Day 1: Sedgefield Myoli Beach
We had planned to leave at 6 am but due to a late Friday night – what with Shabbat and then popping in to wish Carla (my friend from Johannesburg) a Happy Birthday as she came too Cape Town for the weekend to celebrate and that was the only time we could see her – we put back our departure by an hour so and we only left at 7. Our drive was lovely especially once we got past Mossel Bay. We were aiming to get to the Sedgefield Market before it closed but we got there as it was closing and most of the regular clientele had left. We didn’t find anything to buy which was probably a good thing as our car was laden with bags for Bulungula’s Incubator programme – more on this later when we get there. We found our way to Myoli Beach which is a little tricky if you have not been to this place for a long time. I remember going to Myoli Beach when my parents first bought their timeshare on
Lunch on the vernadah
Lynden with our lunch
the Island and that’s all that was there BEACH! Now its quite built up. Afrovibe is right there as you arrive with a sand dune in front to protect you from the winds coming off the sea, probably all the way from the South Pole. We were warmly greeted by Lee and later his brother Lyall who made us feel so welcome. I thought I deserved a beer after the long drive so went to the bar to get us a local one. Mitchells ale it was then and very delicious it turned out along with our cheese and biscuits at the table on the verandah outside our bedroom. After a short siesta it was time for a swim and so we made it over the sand dune and along the beach to the Sedgefield heads and swam in the river mouth. It was refreshing and just the wake up I needed. We dressed for dinner and had sundowners with Peter and his staff from PG Tours who were on a weekend getaway. Our braaied dinner was delish especially since I did not have to make it and then we went to find a party at Wild Farm Backpackers
in Wilderness. Lynden was in charge of the sounds and when the youngsters in the kombi heard our tunes they were upset they had not jumped into our car when they had the opportunity, serves them right probably thinking we were old fogies but hey we had the coolest tunes by far!!!! It was a trek up the mountain side and thank goodness we were following the Afrovibe boys as otherwise I would have long turned back home. The music was fun and the crowd amusing. Our beds beckoned at around pumpkin time and we still had to get back home.
Day 2: Kenton on sea
Sunday morning it was round the table to have a coffee and say goodbye to our jolling mates. I needed to get to Knysna in time for a late breakfast with my friend Elaine. We had not seen each other in ages and it was really good to catch up. She and Ian have a marvelous house on Theesen Island which they share with their handsome borzoi dog (please forgive me I have forgotten his name) and cat whom we never met. This is a part of heaven
for sure. The views are idyllic – the houses on the waters edge with their own jetty’s, fresh salty breeze blowing in and warm baked almond croissants from Ill du Pain. Thanks guys for spoiling us!!! Then it was on the road to Jeffreys Bay. By the time we got there the wind was up and the Backpackers was not our scene at all. In fact the whole town was not for us – but it does have a great wave but not this day as it was all chopped up by the wind.
After a coffee stop on the towns edge we looked at the map and pushed on towards Kenton on Sea. For fun we took the old road for awhile and went through a delightful pass but had to cut back to the N2 so we would make it before sunset as we had to look for a place to stay. We chose one that sounded great – nestled between beaches and game reserves with monkeys your friends….. ja well no fine as they say. They were in the middle but miles from beach and reserve and not a monkey in sight. The property
the spider's in the garden
at Woodlands Country cottages
called Woodlands Country Cottages was heavily wooded and as us city slicker girls went on a tour of the grounds with the resident dog whose name we never found out, we gave up going off the beaten track cause there were so many spiders webs and huge, huge spiders! We were happy to sit on our verandah and sip a glass of wine. There were no restaurants nearby in fact the only one that was ever open on a Sunday was closed for repairs so we were lucky to have a pic-nic bag with cheese, biscuits and fresh fruit – in fact dinner fit for a queen. It was up very very early the next morning and on our way towards Kidds Beach. Driving through the coastal towns of Port Alfred and Hamburg over the Great Fish River we started to feel like we were in Africa. Suddenly we were high on the mountain tops with valleys below and then we were travelling over rivers. It was green and lush and there was so much of it. So beautiful you could never tire of vistas like this.
Kidds Beach was as I remembered it from 16
years ago when I was first and last there with my friend Stuey and dog Pax. We were so excited to see a coffee shop but it was closed so that did not last long. The caf was open so we went there but being a coffee snob I asked what type of coffee could we get and when the answer was Ricoffy we said thanks but we would wait for the next stop! Directions from the Caf was that the road we had seen on our way was the one to take to King otherwise it would be a long trek around East London and that meant going back on ourselves and we did not have the time. But it was quite safe we were assured. And you know what other than the odd pothole it was brilliant. We drove past the Ginsberg Township named after family of ours and into the centre of town till we found 33 Alexander Road where Lyndens mum had spent some of her childhood years. It was a lovely house and must have been much nicer way back then when there were no cars and the maidens walked around bare breasted – or
so I imagines as if it was still like that when my brother was at Dale College in the 60’s it would have been like that in the 30’s for sure. It was then time for breakfast and Coffee and to see Dale College. We snapped a few shots of the surrounding area especially for my brother Tony. I must say there are still some lovely old houses around the town.
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