Road Works
Road Works
A long tedious drive up the N2 motorway to Port Elizabeth. You'd better not be thinking M1 here although in parts it is dual carriageway. There's a stretch of toll road and for the most part the surface is good. With the wind and some of the more stupid drivers it's not great though.

Worst are the one way road works, miles of them. If you miss the green you're up for a 20 minute wait (more or less) while the traffic clears, the opposing traffic comes and then it's your turn again. The green comes suddenly and you need to be ready

Early on we had a couple of interesting diversions one into a nature reserve and the other the southern hemisphere's highest bungee jump. The latter from the arch of a bridge but although we went over it the sea 'mist', which was a real pea souper, precluded any sightseeing at all.

We stopped at Humansdorp which is pretty ugly and had lunch at another Wimpy, the best of a bad bunch apparently. Here Tony informed us, under questioning, that we were now out of the Garden Route.
A Big Bug
A Big Bug
This rather came as a surprise to us all as frankly that being the case it's a bit oversold. Tony claims it's all relative to the rest of South Africa.

Port Elizabeth is clearly an industrial wasteland and there are large townships all around. You'd have to be bonkers to consider this as a option. We turn of towards Addo and the road degenerates into a little country road with signs warning of “potholes next 10 km” every 2-3 km. Oddly they don't seem to mean it as there are very few although the surface is somewhat misshapen.

Suddenly we are in the familiar Africa, hot, arid, very windy, bugger all vegetation and not a place to break down. Booze for the evening is purchased at a very rough little store apparently in the middle of no where but actually this is Addo. We end up just out of town in the splendid Homestead B&B (www.homesteadbnb.co.za in very nice little chalets, all mod cons, and mine's next to a pond. It's even got weaver birds and their nests. The knitted toilet seat cover and matching bog roll/air freshener cosies does let down the rustic theme a bit.

My sea view
My sea view
I gather nocturnal insects are an issue, I have a picture of one. Luckily being a good boy scout I have my insect repellant with deet with me..... Anyway now I must to prepare to meet the elephants for which the area is apparently world famous. Oops did I say elephants? I meant eiger ducks, honest.

Later:

Our game drive was a bit abortive, actually was saw quite a few animals, kudu, wart hogs, hyena, jackal, buffalo but somehow they had succeeded in hiding all 400 elephants. Tony who didn't go on the drive as he's done it before, saw a herd of them at the water hole at the base, Life is sometimes that unfair. The wind was also extremely cold, even with the motorcycle jacket the temperature dropped from hot to bitterly cold in less than an hour. Quite a disappointment.

Game drive
Game drive
Dinner at the park was not the culinary experience I'd been looking for either. the venison hot pot, made from the kudu antelope, was rather nasty I'm afraid. My suspicions is the chicken soup came out of a can.

The day concluded with a 6km night ride back to the B&B which I was dreading as I thought it would be freezing but actually was fine and a few beers in Clive and Mary's cabin.