844 days, 20,256 hours, 1,215,360 minutes, or 72,921,600 seconds. That is the approximate duration of my world tour. I never wanted it to end and now, in a manner of speaking, I suppose it never has to. If you wish to go by country do so by clicking on one above. They are numbered in the order I visited them, more or less. If you enjoy reading about it even a tenth as much as I enjoyed living it then you will not have wasted your time. Grab a refreshing beverage, settle in a comfortable chair, and make a journey across the world, experiencing it as I did. Then get off your ass and check it out for yourself. You're not getting any younger.

Showing posts with label Golden gate Highlands National Park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Golden gate Highlands National Park. Show all posts

Coffee & Rhinoceroses (Clarens to Graaf-Reinet, South Africa)

April 4th, 2011 (January 2011) – Say rhinoceroses five times super fast. I f***ing dare you. After being forced to retreat from our Tugela Falls expedition and driving for most of the day we finally settled in the town of Clarens after passing through Golden Gate Highlands National Park. I’ve heard both are lovely. I wouldn’t really know myself. We passed through Golden Gate at night and left Clarens early the next morning. We’d planned on camping in the park for a couple of nights followed by a stay in Clarens. The weather was wholly uncooperative. The gentleman at the hostel pointed out it was the rainy season. Got it. I understood but started to wonder when the building of an ark would be justified. The phrase ‘cats and dogs’ came to mind.


So we saw Golden Gate at night and Clarens early in the morning when it and the exquisite scenery that surrounds it were ensconced in fog. Boo. We thought about waiting it out but so much rain had fallen that there would have been little hope of hiking or doing much of anything for that matter. So we moved on.

Another long day of driving landed us in Queenstown where we checked into a B&B and then quickly checked out. We just couldn’t bring ourselves to pay $70 for a room that was mediocre at best.  Have I mentioned my disenchantment with overpriced hotel rooms? We’d have to feel pretty strongly to unpack the car after a day of driving only to repack and take off. Luckily, we found a lovely B&B by the name of Peter B’s for around $40. It was much bigger and had a small kitchen. Sometimes persistence pays off. Sometimes it leads to bitter head-thrashing frustration. Thankfully, this was an example of the former. We needed it. We needed it bad.