Oh what a magical, wild place.
Jedd and I arrived around midday on a Tuesday, thoroughly worn out after a long drive with no air-con in the middle of Summer, whilst dodging animals in the road as is usual for the Transkei. Arriving in the little town is something of a whirlwind – locals trying to sell you everything from hand-beaded bracelets to seafood everywhere, beautiful scenic views and pot holes dotting the roads. After a quick check-in at the Coffee Shack we were taken on a tour before taken up to our little home for the next five days, called the Kings House and sitting on top of a hill apart from the rest of the backpackers. Surprise surprise, it’s magic. We’re greeted with amazing views of the ocean and hills, and look down on a perfect, clear river which becomes our local swimming spot over the next few days while we attempted to keep the humidity at bay. Side note: that perfect swim spot also happened to be the home of an electric ray which then stung me 3 times – but only after I disturbed his sleeping spot in the sand, poor bugger. The daily beach walks looked like a scene straight out of Jurassic Park, and cows and goats roaming the roads became our friends.