It just occurred to me that I never completed my two-part series on ‘what I did on my holidays’. Shame on me.
After a week in Cape Town we headed along the Garden Route to Port Elizabeth.
The first day’s drive to the unappealing town of George was also the only rainy day of the holiday. George is probably a fine place to visit if you’re a golf-fan, but despite four years living in the home of golf I really don’t care for it at all, so the town will not go down on my list of places to return to. We went out for dinner at one of the town’s three restaurants, where the food was lovely but the waiter talked like a Dervla Kirwan Marks & Spencer advert on speed [lightly drizzled with cream, exquistely infused with chocolate blah, blah, blah] and both the hotel owner and the waiter were Jo’burg-haters of the worst kind. Which is never cool.
We spent 2 nights in Port Elizabeth, which was quite nice – with the highlight being the day trip to Addo Elephant Park. We went on a drive with Derek from Dungbeetle Tours which was great, and saw loads of elephant (elephants?), as well as buffalo, kudu and warthog.
We got back into Cape Town on the Friday evening, did some last-minute gift buying, and had dinner. Then on Saturday we went to the Mount Nelson for tea, visited the beautiful Rhodes Memorial and then headed to the airport and flew home.
And that’s the story of my holidays. The end.
In summary: wishing it were 35 C in Carlisle. But it ain’t.