Last Few Days of Freedom!
Wed 21st - Fri 23rd March
I felt quite bereft leaving Durban, as if I really hadn't spent enough time there. Taking up on the Baz Bus once again, I spent all day travelling down the Wild Coast to Port Elizabeth (and I mean ALL day, we left at 7.30 in the morning, and arrived at 11.30 at night!). My bum was glad to get off that bus - I worked out that journey was longer than the time I had spent on the aeroplane to get here!! We even watched some films! But to be honest, who wants to watch a 10 year old movie when you are travelling along some of the most dramatic coastline in the world? Exactly. Beautiful views, I got quite jealous of all these people hopping on and off the bus while I had to move on past all these gorgeous places. Got to be in Cape Town by the weekend!! The Baz Bus is a good place to meet people, as you invariably end up sitting next to or nearby someone new for a good few hours, but I am getting tired of explaining myself to so many new faces knowing that they are either going to forget because they are just being polite or I'm never going to see them again. Once I arrive at my hostel it's straight to bed but looking forward to some me time the next day.
I wake up and decide to go to the beach. I am interested to see a bit of the town, as it's where Aimee used to live, but really I want to spend some time by the ocean seeing as I missed out in that in Durban. The hostel staff are very friendly, and give me a street map with lots of arrows on it. I spend the day wandering down (it takes quite a while, as it is a lot further to get to the beach than it sounds) and had a brunch in a cafe overlooking the sea. Read a book until I felt I had overstayed my welcome (waitresses here are rather over-attentive and despite the fact the place was empty they seemed quite keen for me to pay my bill!!) and then wandered some more down what seemed like endless beaches. It was so wonderful to breath the sea air and feel the sand between my toes, and know that I had absolutely nothing to do today except enjoy myself. I end up thinking a lot about Indonesia, and Hoga, and realise that I really miss it a lot. It scares me how much of a yearning for it I feel. I wonder if I'll ever see those friends again? I must make going back next summer a priority, if I get the chance again...
Sat for a while in the dunes and then noticed that my feet were burning. Realising I have fallen for the deception of the clouds and wind, I turn back in search of some shade which is eventually found in an ice-cream parlour (hehe!!). Well, I need fuelling up for the trip back (South African cities seem to all be built on hills!).
It later emerges that I didn't put my suncream on evenly at all this morning, so once again I have an original design splashed all the way up my arms and legs. Nice. An early night ensues as it's first ting for the bus again tomorrow morning. Thankfully only an hour or so to get to the next stop though...
Jeffery's Bay!! The surfing capital of Africa. Or the world, depending on who you speak to. Well, I had to see it didn't I? Rather an odd sort of place - blatantly all about surfing, and apart from that just a quiet little beach town going about it's daily business. Beautiful beach. Shame about the stick in the middle dictating which side of it the blacks stay and which side the whites stay (that made me cross). My bed at the hostel was right by the door and looked out over the sea, I was absolutely mesmerised by those waves! I would have liked to have spent longer here - I think I would have done a lot more if I had, but I only had the one day, so enough for a nose around and that's it really. Plus sunburn issues prevented any surfing related frolikry. But had a nice chilled out day and made some more friends! The hostel had quite a party vibe, so it was an interesting place to chat to some interesting people that evening over beers and mexican food. But by this point I was itching to get on to Cape Town and find out what I would be doing for the next 3 months!!
I felt quite bereft leaving Durban, as if I really hadn't spent enough time there. Taking up on the Baz Bus once again, I spent all day travelling down the Wild Coast to Port Elizabeth (and I mean ALL day, we left at 7.30 in the morning, and arrived at 11.30 at night!). My bum was glad to get off that bus - I worked out that journey was longer than the time I had spent on the aeroplane to get here!! We even watched some films! But to be honest, who wants to watch a 10 year old movie when you are travelling along some of the most dramatic coastline in the world? Exactly. Beautiful views, I got quite jealous of all these people hopping on and off the bus while I had to move on past all these gorgeous places. Got to be in Cape Town by the weekend!! The Baz Bus is a good place to meet people, as you invariably end up sitting next to or nearby someone new for a good few hours, but I am getting tired of explaining myself to so many new faces knowing that they are either going to forget because they are just being polite or I'm never going to see them again. Once I arrive at my hostel it's straight to bed but looking forward to some me time the next day.
I wake up and decide to go to the beach. I am interested to see a bit of the town, as it's where Aimee used to live, but really I want to spend some time by the ocean seeing as I missed out in that in Durban. The hostel staff are very friendly, and give me a street map with lots of arrows on it. I spend the day wandering down (it takes quite a while, as it is a lot further to get to the beach than it sounds) and had a brunch in a cafe overlooking the sea. Read a book until I felt I had overstayed my welcome (waitresses here are rather over-attentive and despite the fact the place was empty they seemed quite keen for me to pay my bill!!) and then wandered some more down what seemed like endless beaches. It was so wonderful to breath the sea air and feel the sand between my toes, and know that I had absolutely nothing to do today except enjoy myself. I end up thinking a lot about Indonesia, and Hoga, and realise that I really miss it a lot. It scares me how much of a yearning for it I feel. I wonder if I'll ever see those friends again? I must make going back next summer a priority, if I get the chance again...
Sat for a while in the dunes and then noticed that my feet were burning. Realising I have fallen for the deception of the clouds and wind, I turn back in search of some shade which is eventually found in an ice-cream parlour (hehe!!). Well, I need fuelling up for the trip back (South African cities seem to all be built on hills!).
It later emerges that I didn't put my suncream on evenly at all this morning, so once again I have an original design splashed all the way up my arms and legs. Nice. An early night ensues as it's first ting for the bus again tomorrow morning. Thankfully only an hour or so to get to the next stop though...
Jeffery's Bay!! The surfing capital of Africa. Or the world, depending on who you speak to. Well, I had to see it didn't I? Rather an odd sort of place - blatantly all about surfing, and apart from that just a quiet little beach town going about it's daily business. Beautiful beach. Shame about the stick in the middle dictating which side of it the blacks stay and which side the whites stay (that made me cross). My bed at the hostel was right by the door and looked out over the sea, I was absolutely mesmerised by those waves! I would have liked to have spent longer here - I think I would have done a lot more if I had, but I only had the one day, so enough for a nose around and that's it really. Plus sunburn issues prevented any surfing related frolikry. But had a nice chilled out day and made some more friends! The hostel had quite a party vibe, so it was an interesting place to chat to some interesting people that evening over beers and mexican food. But by this point I was itching to get on to Cape Town and find out what I would be doing for the next 3 months!!
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