+ Travel in a world of adventures
Read my full day to day blog of my first big overseas solo trip.
Day 33 (8th Jan 2016) Wake up at 7:00 and I just can’t get out of bed. Ever had one of those days where you have to trick yourself into getting up and ready?
I pack a small bag with a few thing in as for we are heading down the coast for a few days to a small coastal place Port St Johns, Transkei (which was known as a homeland in the apartheid days of South Africa). My uncle and aunty know a guy who has a place that is in the middle of nowhere. After leaving a good hour later than planned we are on the road and ready for our road trip.
Heading up the road and into the township and past the squatter camps of the Xhosa people in the wild coast. We go past hundreds of villages that each have a square home for the more recent family members and then a round home for the grandparents who still live in traditional form. I find it fascinating they way they find different techniques of how to live with little money and in poverty. Many homes are made out of mud with tin roofs all painted different colours or just left with mud outing. If the homes are out in the farming area where there is more land around each property then each family home you will see a line of vegetables planted in front of their homes. All African families who are from a traditional background live as a whole family so the young can look after the old. After miles of driving and me staring out of the window trying to absorb as much of the true Africa as possible, however, at the same time being battered around in my grans old car going over a million potholes. Every pothole makes me think the car is going to fall to pieces any second as they keep getting bigger and deeper.
We arrive at Richard’s house which is slightly unique in the way that is very much a rustic home in the middle of nowhere. After tying to get my gran’s car up his steep driveway which is the funniest thing as we stall, and when we start the engine again the wheels have no chance and skid. Ash and I hop out to relive some of the weight in the back of the car hoping this will help. Unfortunately not - the car goes skidding back in the bush. We soon realise that this is as far as its going to go without causing any more damage.
Richard welcomes us with a cup of tea before us girls head back down the steep hill to go and fetch our belongings out the car. We behave as when going grocery shopping, in trying to carry all of our bags, grans stuff, our duvets and pillows all in one go making it nearly impossible to see where we were going, as we look more like a coat stand. We got up the hill and dumped our things on the floor were we will be sleeping along with 3 dogs. Everyone was pretty tired after the journey down so we just watched a movie and went to bed.
xx Kirsty Claire xx