old ladies go south.
Just after writing nine pages about one bible story in two hours (i.e. my first final), I met the girls in the Bosch (Rondebosch…yeah we’re cool) to pick up our car and head on a mini road trip with the ladies.
We picked up our car- an old school Mercedes Benz, quite classy, and paid close to nothing for it (this is why I love Africa). We head to Liesbeeck to pick up our stuff and when I put my bag in the trunk, the key was stuck and would not budge. So back to the car rental place to see what the deal is, they sent us to the locksmith, the locksmith broke the key in the trunk and did not have the machinery to copy the right key, so back to Rondebosch to another lock smith, who also did not have the correct key. So I just went back to Liesbeeck to get some more things and my bag is still in the trunk to this day, we’ll see how that one pans out…
I was the driver, yes, someone did trust me to drive on the left side of the road in the right side of the car…and we made it there and back (don’t worry mom, I wore a seatbelt). Re-acquainted with the N2, we head to the most southern town of the continent of Africa, Cape Agulhas.
Through rolling hills and farmlands we drove, and ended at the quaint town of Agulhas, in one of the best backpackers I have seen, recommended us by the owners of a backpacker in Addo. There were bright oranges, greens, pinks and yellows covering the walls, with a hammock outside and a court yard with a pool, bar and picnic area, with messages written in sharpies all over the walls from intoxicated past guests. Our beds were heaven, with goose down comforters and fluffy pillows.
We walked down the road with a town that reminded me of Cape Cod in Massachusetts to the beach, and walked along the beach into the boardwalk, sat on the beach and went to a seafood restaurant, in which we were the only guests and drank wine and watched the sunset.
The next day, we were supposed to lay on the beach, but alas, this is Africa, and the weather is most unpredictable, and of course it was raining. But we sure did not let this rain on our parade gee golly gosh.
We drove to the truly southern most tip of Africa (not to be confused with the Cape of Good Hope, which is the most south west tip). We stood where the Atlantic and Indian oceans meet, they did not look any different from each other, but for some reason I felt like they should. We went to the lighthouse, and saw a shipwreck, which was still sticking straight out of the water years after it sank. It was creepy, and with the clouds and rain over it, it looked very horror-story-esque.
We explored some of the surrounding towns, which had many stores that were full of the most bazaar and random trinkets, souvenirs, books, clothes, you name any random object, and it was probably in one of these colourful, quirky stores. Quite odd, I must say; I love weird things.
The whole trip felt like four old retired ladies going on vaca. All we needed were some fannie packs and spandex. I hope to do this kind of trip every weekend with the girls when I am 70, because it was one great little outing.
