Category: Photo Diaries

On vacation (the journey home) Part I

Prince Alfred s Pass   Google Maps
Prince Alfred’s Pass
Knysna – Avontuur

I am a firm believer in the saying, the joy is in the journey.  When I travel I don’t just focus on getting to my destination, but I like to enjoy the trip as well.  To that end, whenever we go on vacation I try to spread at least one leg of the trip, either coming or going, over two or more days.

With the help of Google Maps I then plot us a route that strays off the beaten path, as it were.  I avoid the main highways, stop over in little towns along the way, and sometimes take a road simply to see where it goes.  (Once when I did that the “road” turned out to be a quad-trail and I had to go off-road in my bakkie to get back on a proper road, severing the speedometer cable in the process, so not necessarily a good idea.)

This time around I decided to try the Prince Alfred’s Pass between Knysna and the small town of Avontuur (Afrikaans for “adventure”.  I don’t know why they chose that name.  It’s one of those places you’ll miss if you were to sneeze while driving through and I spotted nothing particularly adventurous.)

This pass, named for the second son of Queen Victoria, was built in the 1960s by Thomas Bain who was responsible for many of the beautiful passes through South Africa’s mountains.  A quick online search told me that, even though untarred for its entire length, the pass is driveable with a regular vehicle and our route was decided.

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On vacation (not really)

So, I know you’re probably sick of these by now, but I’m still driving today and I’m pretty sure I won’t be in the mood to write anything tonight, so I’m scheduling this ahead of time.

Rainbow
I’m afraid the pot ‘o gold is at the bottom of the ocean

On Friday the weather started clearing up, so the wife and I made our way to Mossel Bay one last time – this time to Cape St Blaise… Continue reading “On vacation (not really)”

On vacation (still) Part III

Well, not really.  As you’re reading this we’re probably on the road, our vacation over.  Please, take a moment to shed a tear for us.  I understand – I feel the same way.  On the other hand, I believe one should head home while one’s still having fun, otherwise you end your vacation with a sour taste in your mouth.  While I’m avoiding potholes and engaging with fellow road users using the universal sign language developed for that purpose, enjoy these last few photos of our vacation.

Wilderness South Africa
The wife and the mother

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On vacation (still) Part II

This morning we awoke to the most glorious weather you can imagine.  There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and it was warm enough for shorts and bare feet where just yesterday we were still wrapped up in jackets.  There was only one thing to do in this wonderful sunshine, so we headed for the beach (after getting a load of laundry on the line – don’t you just hate it when real life gets in the way?)

Reebok South Africa beach
Last day at the beach

The wife and the mother and I walked down to the beach where the wife and I immediately set about exploring the rock pools while the mother started picking up sticks (I encourage all the elderly to take up a hobby, preferably something that keeps the joints limber).  (Okay, okay.  She picked up driftwood that she uses to make all sorts of pretty things.  And though she’s a pensioner, we can’t really call her elderly just yet 😉  ) Continue reading “On vacation (still) Part II”

On vacation (still) Part I

On Monday we woke up to grey skies and water falling from the skies.  After checking that it wasn’t the end of the world arriving six months late, we headed in to Mossel Bay for a bit of museuming and a spot of shopping at the covered flea market.  We had last been to the Dias Museum exactly four years ago (give or take a couple of days) on our honeymoon.  Here are some photos.

Bartolomeu Dias
Bartolomeu Dias in the…flesh?
Bartolomeu Dias Plaque
The plaque on the statue. It’s in Portuguese.

I’ve mentioned Bartolomeu Dias in a previous post.  In 1488 he was the first European (as far as we know) to travel beyond the southern tip of Africa.  After landing at Mossel Bay he made it as far as a third of the way between what is today known as Port Elizabeth and East London before his crew forced him to turn back due to fears that their supplies will run out.  Consequently Dias never found a route to India as had been the intention, that honour going to his countryman, Vasco da Gama. Continue reading “On vacation (still) Part I”