Tuesday, October 1, 2013

On to Knysna

On our way to Knysna we stopped off at several places.  First was Gorden’s Bay where we were going to be whale watching. All of us watched and, except for Troy, saw no whales. Troy claimed he saw the tail of a whale twice and fin once.  Next was Betty’s bay to see Penguins. We didn’t stop at Boulder’s Bay as everything I read was that there were more tourists than penguins so I have nothing to compare, but I can say that Betty’s Bay was quite populated with penguins.  For R10 you walk along a nice boardwalk to see thousands of penguins and are not over populated by tourists.

We then drove down to Cape Agulhas, the most Southern Point of Africa which is also the convergence of the Indian and Atlantic Oceans. This takes some time as there is no ocean route between Betty’s Bay, Danger Point and Agulhas National Park so you have to drive inland quite some distance and then back to the coast.  While there, we ran into a couple we saw at Table Mountain yesterday.  We took some pictures and worked on convincing Charlotte that you could actually see waves coming in from the Atlantic from one direction and waves from the Indian Ocean from the other direction.  She wasn’t having any of it so we were off to Mosel Bay and dinner.  It was now after 2:00 pm and we hadn’t eaten yet.  Randy had a small bag of peanut M&M’s that we rationed over 300 kilometers to get us to our dinner destination in Mosel Bay.  The goal was to make it before the sunset, which we did.  Dinner was at a place call Cafe Gannett.  From the outside it didn’t look like much, but from inside it was quite beautiful. Today I had the Kingklip which was very tasty, Randy followed suite.  Troy and Charlotte had the seafood platter which had a variety of seafood.  Troy had his grilled while Charlotte went with fried.  Charlotte commented that she hadn’t met a Calamari in the country yet that she didn’t like.

After dinner we drove 45 minutes to Villa Afrikana where we are staying in Knysna. It is a beautiful B&B at the top of the hill looking down over a large estuary home to hundreds of indigenous birds ultimately reaching out to an inlet from the Indian Ocean.