After a dreadful drive down, I’m back in my Happy Place, a few kilometres from the bottom of Africa. The traffic was awful – much worse than one would expect for a mid-morning on a public holiday – but on the plus side, we only nearly died twice.
That’s the driving done for the day though, so the first beer has been successfully partaken off, and a wander along the local beach beckons.
Later, unaffected by the loadshedding, we’ll braai and drink red wine and eat chocolate. And then tomorrow, a mini road trip around the Agulhas Plain and off towards Elim.
But more of that then. Right now, there’s a beach calling my name.