Tuesday 1 November 2011: 5 years 2 months on … Advantage CBD
Sunday morning Return to Port Elizabeth
(Plus a list of people to see and things to do – if time allowed!)
I am busy inking in the gaps… in the meantime, look at some of the pics on the earlier blog!
Day 8 – Saturday 8 October 2011
Planning to do “The Mountain Trip” this morning, we were scheduled to arrive at Protea Farm at 09h00.
We could not get accommodation there as they were full. So we were booked in right next door at Oak Tree Cottages for the weekend.
It was a short trip to Protea Farm. Upon arrival, we checked in and took our places on the back of the trailer. Some 40 other people took up the remaining seats on our trailer and tractor, and another combination of tractor and trailer was filled with another forty plus people.
All of us were headed for the top of the Langeberg Mountain. At a height of some 1500m above sea-level, we would eventually be at an elevation one and a half times that of Cape Town’s world-famous Table Mountain.
And we would get there towed up on a man-made road (in parts double concrete tracks) by a tractor.
We had been warned by sms on Friday that we should bring warm clothing. However, it was a picture-perfect day and the temperature was warm, even at the top.
As we slowly ascended, and stopped every now and then to take in the views and eat the apples, the Koo Valley slowly receded into the distance way down below us. And, as we went up, the vista became wider and wider.
We could see more and more of the Overberg around us, the blue mountains that surrounded us, the green valleys way below us, the myriad of farm dams – some with brown muddy water and others with crystal-clear clear blue water – and the green fynbos and bright orange and red proteas carpeting the entire area.
It was yet another picture from God’s collection of postcards of Planet Earth.
Eventually, from the very top, we could see from Worcester in the west through McGregor in the south to Montagu in the east, and Robertson right at our feet 1500m way down below us.
Fresh mountain water on tap right at the summit quenched our thirst. And we went on to the stone hiking hut, where we were given a glass of Montagu muscadel and some dried fruit.
Then the trip down – at about one o’clock we arrived at the bottom at the beautiful lunch area in the woods.
Juice and wine with stokbrood, roosterbrood, fresh bread, farm butter, home-made jams, lamb, potjiekos, curry, baked vegetables, rice, ice-cream, baked pudding, fruit salad, and seconds and more seconds, and thirds … whatever gaps their may have been in our tummies were quickly filled with the most delicious of South African home cuisine – lekker boerekos! (nice farm food).
We headed for home at the Cottage filled with food and the wonders of Nature in all her glory.
But we were on a roll, and the holiday was fast coming to an end – we couldn’t sit still; so off we headed back to Montagu’s thermal springs and the warm water baths. (The waters spew out of the earth at a temperature of 44 degrees C.)
I don’t think any of us were prepared for the masses of people that we encountered there. Barely a square centimetre was available for us to squeeze in to lie on the lawn or to get into the warm water of the pools.
But once in the water, it was difficult to get out. I must say that even on a balmy spring day, I really enjoyed being in that warm water (with being being the correct verb. There was no doing word, because it was almost impossible to do anything more, or even move). There was definitely no room to swim in this Inn.
Our holiday had ended on a warm note.
We returned to the Cottage and prepared packing so as to get off to an early start on Sunday morning. It was a case of “Early to bed, early to rise … “
Port Elizabeth beckoned.