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Day Three - Addo Elephants and where on earth is East?

sunny 22 °C

The next morning we took a leisurely breakfast and drank the juice of some freshly pressed freshly picked, home grown navel oranges grown on and Alysons’ Farm. The supply chain from here ends in Waitrose in the UK, eat your hearts out! The foals, in the paddocks surrounding the house, were on their third or fourth breakfasts by this point. All around us the smell of jasmine fought a sweetened war against the citrus that had been so strong the night before. Our parting gift from the Price family was a crate of grapefruit fresh from this years’ harvest. If this is traveling in Africa; it’s going to be hard...

From here we went, literally, just round the corner to Addo. Elephants of all size in their hundreds, at the watering holes, youngsters tussling, babies splashing and bachelors swimming (One deffo had a go at backstroke.) Kudu grazed and we got some cool photos as well as a few big leopard tortoises doing their thing, which I think is just walking, slowly. Another days driving ended in Storms River Mouth Nature Reserve where we watched the sun set whilst our food cooked on the braai and we drank some bubbly to celebrate the (eventual) successful start to our journey.

At this point, bellies full and slightly drunk, we stared up and saw the Southern Cross (star formation) in the clear night sky. So as lovingly patronising as ever I asked Laura which way we were facing, and how could she prove it. She correctly said south and pointed to the cross, result! Some more star gazing led to the question of which way does the earth turn. An hour later we had one of the aforementioned grapefruit, now skewered, adorned with some expert ‘world map’ artwork to explain why the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. It took some convincing that ‘east’ isn’t a place and that even if you live in the most eastern part of the Far East you can still be west of the rest of the world.

As a footnote, I also broke the coasting record with a cheeky 4km stretch on entering the Garden Route. You can’t imagine the extreme excitement that ensued. Worth mentioning, and it’s happening as I write but is really in tomorrows’ blog, Somers has just managed a 5.7km run entirely in neutral, on the road from Plettenburg Bay to Knysna. Sadly however she dipped to an entirely unacceptable 48kmh so there’s no praise for her here. Rules are rules.

PS. Tomorrow we’ll be making time by heading west.

Posted by ibeamish 11:23 Archived in South Africa

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