Once my volunteer project was over and people started heading home i decided I didn’t want to. Instead I changed my flight and booked myself on the Baz Bus to Jefferys Bay along with 4 others.
The surfing mecca that is! We went 3 nights in Jefferys bay, plundering the outlet shops and playing stupid drinking game … and oh yeah, surfing. The town is pretty small, but its pretty awesome too. There’s excellent shops and a good selection of local eateries and cafes. Most of the locals are pretty welcoming, but it was fairly quiet whilst we were there. I imagine the place really comes to life when the big boy surfers come to town on tour.
Hostel – Island Vibes
The idea in Plettenberg was to go skydiving, unfortunately the weather did not approve of this idea and thwarted our best efforts. Our backup was to go sea kayaking with whales … not a bad alternative.
I was paired with a nice South African fella and we paddled our way out to sea with the others in season of the beautiful monsters. It wasn’t long before we found two, and one of them was quite keen to play with us. At one point we saw its shadow go underneath our kayak as we rose in the water. Scary but exhilarating! With the disappointment of not being able to skydive washed away, all that was left to do was land our kayak back on the beach, we were … textbook baby! … the others behind us were not. Some impressive barrel rolls ensued. Too funny!
The morning after we arrived in Knysna we were back in the car and heading back towards Plettenberg Bay. We’d been rung and asked if we wanted to sky dive, it meant paying for more petrol but none of us said no. Jumping out of a perfectly good plane was on!
I’d always planned to have my dive recorded and i literally had to bed for it to be made possible and pay over the odds, but it was so worth it!
We slept on a train, how cool is that, and next to our train hostel was a working train line. Bit odd and almost led to the death of Kate. Our stay in Mossel Bay was short so we didn’t get to see or do a lot, but seeing the sunrise though our carriage window in the morning was enough for me. Short but Sweet.
We each spent a varying number of nights in Capetown. Being the end of our adventures, our numbers started to dwindle as people flew home.
We managed to cram in the usual tourist trips such as visiting Nelson Mandellas old cell on Robben Island, we climbed Table Mountain and we spent time down on the water front. I must admit, I never felt unsafe in Cape Town despite what I’d heard about it being a dangerous place for tourists. We spent evenings at local jazz bars and comfortably walked home afterwards, but maybe we were just lucky.
I spent a single day on my own during my staying in Cape Town, and that was because i booked in for a shark dive. I was driven an hour or so outside of Cape Town and immersed myself into a cage below the waterline so that my eyes met with that of a great white shark. It was awesome stuff, I purchased an underwater camera for the occasion and got some good close ups.
Astonished by my mother freakish strength as she bear hugged me back at Heathrow airport i knew my trip to South Africa was a life changing experience. The wheels had been set in motion and I had already started plotting.
Hostel – ashanti.