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.
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.