After a good nights sleep and another excellent breakfast we packed up our things, loaded the car and were ready for the longest drive of our trip to Oudtshoorn – 381km. We also rang Granny to wish her a very happy 86th birthday!!
We had a great time in Boschendal at Cottage 1685 but I have to say I am not entirely sure how I feel about it. The cottage was absolutely amazing and Maxwell our host was incredible and could not do enough for us but there was definitely something about being a white family in an old colonial cottage being looked after by a man of colour that didn’t sit well with me. I guess we had a taste of what life was like being Cecil J Rhodes in the old imperial days and I am certainly glad that life these days is not like that, at least not in the UK!


After checking out we headed out of Franschhoek on the R45 and then onto the N1 and for a while the landscape was quite featureless as we drove on the motorway. One thing that has really fascinated me as we drive is the many Townships. Every time we drive through a beautiful town, shortly after we leave it behind we then come across a sprawling township. I have to say it makes me really sad to see people living in this manner, South Africa is such a country of contrasts.



From the N1 we then turned onto the R60 and then after a short while onto Route 62, South Africa’s equivalent to the States Route 66!. At this point the scenery took a dramatic change for the better starting with the Montague Pass where we drove through a carved archway in the mountains. It was the most beautiful drive worth very little traffic of any note. For long spells we seemed to be the only car on the road and we crossed numerous bridges over non-existent rivers which must be a concern given it is currently winter here and the rainy season! The halfway point of our drive today was a town called Barrydale where we stopped to stretch our legs and have a drink at a roadside café.



Long straight roads followed with undulating scrubland until we reached Ladismith where suddenly the mountains rose up and we reached the Huisrivier Pass which took us through numerous dips, hills and hairpin bends, all with staggering views. Finally we descended out of the mountains onto what seemed to be just one completely straight road approaching Oudtshoorn, which is apparently the Ostrich capital of the world and home to numerous ostrich farms.
We are staying at the Rosenhof Boutique hotel in the beautiful Birds Cottage which is absolutely lovely. We were all tired after the journey so I had a hot bath which was amazing but Becky and Tessa hit the Gym!! We had supper in the hotel which was very pleasant if a little quiet with just us and another couple dining there. I ate Ostrich!! It was surprisingly good, similar to duck but a bit meatier like a steak.



Tomorrow we are up early and off on a Meerkat Safari!

















































