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Insane art
Insane in the membrane, Insane in the brain! (Cypress Hill!)Getting ourselves back to Durban and the East Coast meant that we were able to hook up again with The Baz Bus for the final few legs of our ticket between Capetown to Swaziland. It was only a short trip to our next destination, Gingindlovu, but one in which we spent more time than the actual journey waiting for Bazza to turn up and then more time again for a breakfast stop. Inyezane BP was a place that Dani was keen to visit as on previous trip to S.A. six years ago she had stayed at this newly opened spot and loved it. Dani had described Inyezane to me as a workshop come campsite run by an eccentric, mad scientist, budding artist Saffa and his new and equally eccentric French wife who had ridden in on a pushbike one day and never left. The first thing I noticed about Inyezane were the hundreds of unfinished? masterpieces? (I couldn't tell!) that were all over the large grounds. Paintings, murals, carvings, sculptures and lots of photography, particularly old school black and white pics of naked women, hung from, leaned against, sat on, in or under anything that presented itself. Although they didn't remember
Picking basil
African style her, Dani assured me that it was definately the same couple whom she'd previously met and six years on they'd recently doubled their collection of real life masterpieces with a baby boy to go with another young son, who was undoubtedly the son of two equally as mad hatters! Inyezanes specialty service was in offering a mixture of herbal, mud, clay and steam bath amd facially things etc that all took place in the open and under the stars. All of the ingredients were freshly sourced from the adjoining farm that spanned thousands of hectares and was also owned by the same couple. Behind the kookily decorated and antique furnished huts and camping area was their factory that packaged lemongrass for export all over the world. In the 48 hours we spent at Inyezane, it didn't piss down with rain for about four! This meant that we weren't able to enjoy any of their specialty services, but it did give us just enough time to walk to town and get some supplies, wander and get lost amongst the never ending fields of sugar cane, stumble upon a spooky Zulu cemetary that serves as a reminder of the many tribal wars
Lost in the sugar cane.
Maybe one day Dani will teach one of her four legged friends to use a camera and I can get in a photo! that took place in the area, including those with the Brits of well over a hundred years ago. We also got to explore some of the farm and pick fresh basil and herbs to go with dinner and just as the sun was going down, see an amazingly bright and clear double rainbow. Like several places that we'd visited already, Inyezane wasn't set up particularly well for rain and definately not for the torrential downpour that took place during our stay. In fairness however, they were quite happy for us to sleep in a hut instead of braving the elements in our tent and although we didn't do a hell of a lot at Inyezane, we still left with fond memories.
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