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The Afro-Log

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Day 7 – July 20

(CHRIS) Pine Lodge won week 1’s prize for best ablutions block.  It had a crisp wood paneling and piping hot water.  After some coffee and POPS and bananas around the camp stove, we set out along the coast.  It wasn’t long before the beauty of the coast tempted us to pull over and explore on foot.  We found these awesome rocky out-croppings at a deserted camp area.  The surf smashed into these rocks with excessive force.  We cavorted amongst the rocks as only good Tumbleweeds do.  We took some photos with the waves smashing behind us.  As usual, we pushed our luck and got a little too close.  Sam caught the liquid moment on film as Paul and I got soaked by the wrath of the Indian.
After drying off, we continued on thru these gorgeous coastal towns.  Sam noticed the sharp segregation of races was especially apparent here.  It seemed all blacks were on foot and all whites had cars.  Truly, it was almost universally true.  We saw an old Portuguese canon in one rich suburb.  Sam loves the Portuguese.  We passed Jeffreies Bay – even tho it is supposed to be the best surfing – in favor of St. Francis Bay.  Sam liked the name; I liked the history (Endless Summer.)  When we got there, it was nice, but not really impressive.  The waves were mediocre and rain had started to fall.
I navigated via some back roads towards the expressway.  We saw some large farms, devastating pot holes, and dwindling sand dunes.  This shortcut did cost us a needed gas stop and we had to drive a little out of the way later to get petrol.  This brought us to the pretty mountain town of Karedouw.  Here we got gas and food, sharing some salami with a needy stranger.
We continued to try new sodas with our traveling lunch.  Sam says Ginger Beer in the best.  A stunning canyon caused me to scream, “WOW!” in the middle of a conversation.  So we stopped and walked out onto the bridge.  We were well over 500 feet above the creek, but it was the sheer steepness that made it so impressive.  It was so deep that hitting the creek below with a rock was only a 1 in 3 chance.
Moving on, we found the town of Knysna.  This was a very trendy city on the water.  It had nice hills and cute lagoons.  Seemed like it was probably a resort town in the summer.  We drove thru sunset again and soon found N2 winding down a mountain and into Capetown.  We used our guidebook, limited maps, and St. Anthony’s help to lead us around town and to the suburb of Muizenberg, where we found a campground with an open gate.  It was a little damp, but really no problem, so we all snuggled down for a winter’s nap.

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