Wednesday, 12 April 2017

We have a braai!

Sunday March 12, 2017


On a cloudy Sunday morning we packed up the tents, said goodbye to our ultra marathon friend and had coffee on the relaxing verandah one last time. Through rain, we drove through Addo right to the south end where we accessed the highway to continue up the Indian Ocean coast. We saw one elephant, and followed behind a small herd of buffalo who were not interested in getting off the road. The warthogs were enjoying the rain; the rest of the animals must have taken to the bush.
A rainy exit from Addo Elephant Park


Some signs are worth paying attention to. Even upon getting out for view, we did not see any lions.



The road to Port Alfred took us through farmland, mostly cattle and some crops. Relaxing countryside.
Port Alfred is popular as an beach town destination. For us, it was cloudy and windy with very rough waves and rip tide on the beach. The beach did not last long.



We decided to buy a braai and expand our camping meal repertoire out of the deli section. Everyone was waiting anxiously as we lit the briquettes and waited for them to turn white. I had not seen this type of BBQing for many years, but we were all amazed at the speed at which the burgers cooked. We all agreed a hamburger had never tasted so good. Imagine the expansion of our cooking menu  with a braai!
I am constantly reminded how boys think so differently than girls. After pleading and then demanding that Levi finally take a shower, he returned to the tent and I asked him how he dried off since he had left his towel in the van. He said that he used the shower curtain in lieu of a towel. Nancy and I were disgusted, but the boys thought it was a logical solution to the problem.
Luke and I needed to get in a run so we took to the streets the morning of our departure. Not one sidewalk on the streets that we ran, and surprisingly, in a country where the majority are pedestrians rather than automobile drivers, the drivers have very little respect for foot traffic. We were constantly jumping into tall grass and off to the side to avoid getting clipped. Aside from the drivers, most homes had blood thirty hounds creating a cacophony behind steal barred gates. 
One night was enough in this town.