Elizabeth’s Manor: Child (and clumsy adult) friendly

Memorable trips aren’t always in epic locations. That said, not even solid evidence that Potchefstoom would be the only safe place after the zombie apocalypse could get me to the unremarkable town in the North West. My sister’s wedding to a man who hasn’t stopped looking at her for a year, could – but only just.

With a bit of research my Plus One e-mailed 2 guesthouses at about 20:00 one evening. Before the end of the day our stay with Elizabeth’s Manor was set up, complete with a discount on the kids’ room that he didn’t ask for and home-cooked style 2 course meals at a ridiculously low price. Guesthouse #2 also responded before the end of the day, for all my trash talk of Potchefstroom, I’ll concede that their accommodation response time is excellent.

We stayed in the King room that flows from the garden with the kids next door in the Prince room. Privacy with the illusion of control.

If there’s one thing that hardly ever goes to a deserving candidate it’s an upgrade. I know because I’ve had 2 so far. The first time was randomly to business class on an SAA flight to Bloem while elderly people shuffled past me to cattleclass and more recently to a fabulous room because I ruined the previous one with my clumsiness.

On our last day I gracelessly dropped a precious bottle of wine (it was Sunday, so impossible to replace) on the tile floor. Within minutes the cleaning crew had the room smelling of roses again but Lizette, the owner, insisted we move to another room.

I loved that the Queen room was an upgrade to the King. While the Royal room looked about double in size I preferred the Queen’s lavender decor and a spectacular stand alone bath that comfortably fits 2 people. I let my guilt subside as the upgrade was not just about me, it was plattelandse hospitality at its purest.

Travelling with children and clumsy people (I’m told) are challenging and Elizabeth’s Manor absorbed a lot of the drama.

Elizabeth’s Manor
95 Dr James Moroka, Potchefstroom
Phone: 018 297 5561

 

#SquadGoals (Not taken at Ezabeth’s Manor, just wanted to show off the beautiful women in my family)

 

I might even recommend Potchefstoom in a zombie apocalypse, there’s a noteworthy amount of fast-food joints in town and Mickey Ds tastes the same on day 1 or month 14.

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Calamity Jana roams the Stellenbosch wine route

The chance to spend the morning at Shootopia was so deeply out of my comfort zone, it felt oddly impossible to pass up. Which is how the Plus One (firmly in his comfort zone) and I found ourselves in the parking lot of Rustenberg Wine Estate in Stellenbosch to meet Sebastian Serfontein, owner of Shootopia and our guide for the morning.

A seasoned vet in the tourism industry, Sebastian keeps things tight – he’s light on the anecdotes unless prompted, and to the point with instruction. This is not a boot camp. The 4×4 ride up to the range has just the right momentum to make you forget about your low profile car in the parking lot that would have gotten stuck at this point and any gendered notions about shooting.

On a good day, you can see all the way to Seapoint from above the shooting range. With its varied scenery, Rustenberg is a popular film location, its landscape most recently used for The Battle of Gettysburg in a National Geographic special. A bit like watching the trailers before a feature, we became so engrossed with the scenery that we nearly forgot that we were here for Rambo.

The three main packages are named after popular action firm franchises: Die Hard, Rambo and Terminator. The Rambo package, the most popular, includes a small arsenal of weapons including the AK-47 and a Glock .40 Calibre.

However, the ‘movie shooting scene’ that I was more interested in recreating had a few less flying bullets and men in tank tops. It was more like the one where a preppy Ryan Phillippe shoots clay pigeon in Cruel Intentions. It seemed more my speed. It was not. I was once again the Plain Jane watching from the side-lines as my Plus One crushed most of my ‘pigeons’ and all of his with a smooth series of swift shots into the sky. Only he didn’t scream “Pull!” louder than the actual blast of the shotgun. “Why would I do that? He’s right next to me,” he quipped.

Why indeed? Sebastian tells us how many gamers, having mastered all the levels of Call of Duty and the like, came to Shootopia with the expectation that those skills would be transferable. Not by a long shot. A day at Shootopia won’t turn you into a sniper. The reality of shooting real, high calibre weapons vs movie/gamer expectation is quite radical. For one, the firing arms are very heavy. It is so easy to become desensitised when even the scrawniest movie star flicks up an AK47 and starts shooting. You feel the weight of that gun (a day later if you’re unfit like me) and the backfiring of the shotgun against your shoulder. Maybe this will take away the escapism of the silver screen for some. For me personally, it’s easier to get lost in the movie world when I understand the logistics.

There’s a select scope for silliness at Shootopia. After all, this is the place where you can shoot out the candles on your birthday cake that would in turn exploded if you don’t get them all fast enough. However, all this is rooted in a high regard for safety – starting with the ear muffs one wears when any shooting is taking place.

Don’t worry about being thrown together with strangers for a session. Shootopia can accommodate between 1 and 50 people at a time and an additional instructor is provided for larger groups. So the time you spend at the range depends largely on how long you take to pull the trigger and the amount of people in the group. The Plus One and I leisurely shot through the Rambo package in about 90 minutes.

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My Calamity Jane moment came courtesy of the most powerful handgun in the world. The 500 Smith & Wesson is the most American thing I’ve ever experienced, almost cartoonish in its size. I only had one shot with this monster and after a morning of creating craters in the range with the AK-47 and Sebastian asking which target I had actually aimed for, I simply went for broke and squarely hit my mark.

For more information on Shootopia Shooting Adventures:
083 709 7092
info@shootopia.com
www.shootopia.com

Hebron Estate: Happily stranded in Piketberg

In April we did something very few people do, we actually returned and paid full price on accommodation we previously visited on heavily discounted coupon.

Hebron Estate Manor House

(Top) The Plus One took over the daybed when I went for a quick refill. (Bottom left) Earth hour

Hebron Estate does autumn very well with crackling fires and a lawn carpeted with multi-coloured acorn tree leaves. Its summer, at least the version we experienced early April, was marked with warm evenings, lounging by the dam pool and a lawn that is now plush and bouncy.

The Saturday we were almost stranded when the keys broke off in the ignition after the boys went for a mild 4×4 excursion around the farm. But in the spirit of the weekend everything worked out, the Plus One put a dusty engineering degree to good use and fixed the problem that had the potential of running into triple digits, all with a miniature screw driver set bought in Piketberg for a measly R12.

While the boys were out breaking keys and taking selfies with sheep I settled in on the wraparound porch’s day bed overlooking the mountains with a book. I only planned on reading a chapter before hitting up some trashy reality tv starring an assortment of Kardashians. I didn’t move for hours, and then only because there was food and bubbly down at the dam pool.

Hebron Estate Pool

(Top) The Teenager got lost in translation in a panoramic shot (Bottom left) The deck braai (Bottom right) Getting every drop out of a bottle of Graham Beck Bliss

Proprietor Elmien Uys coined the term dam pool as the pool is fashioned out of an cattle trough. I came to love the deck-chairs under the acorn trees with the same intensity I had last time for the fireplace. The small drum braai on the deck might look silly next to the other 2 braai options in the big house, but we ended up using it the most as it keeps the whole family together even when everyone does their own thing around the pool.

Hebron Estate 4x4

(Top left) The R12 fix (Left) The real dam (Bottom left) First driving lesson

The manor house was largely unchanged in the 2 years, with the notable exception of a sturdy wooden table proudly baring Hebron’s label in the place of a glass table, much better for family board gaming.

As they had no one checking in the next day we were encouraged to book out anytime on the Sunday. We shamelessly abused their kindness and only hit the road at 17:00.

Hebron Estate
Tel: 022 914 5353
Cell: 083 226 8878
info@hebronestate.co.za

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AfrikaBurn Decompression: Tankwa NP and the ghost town with cell signal

AfrikaBurn DecompressionOne of the lasting effects AfrikaBurn had on my life is a love for the nothingness splendour that is the Tankwa Karoo. On our honeymoon road trip last October, one of our most amazing stops was 2 days at Elandsberg in the Tankwa National Park, a few kilometres from the AfrikaBurn site.

A night at Elandsberg after the Burn seemed like the ideal way to miss the worst of the crowds on the great Sunday exodus back to Cape Town. As it turned out, we weren’t up for AfrikaBurn on Sunday in any form. The Saturday morning the trance music finally got the better of us and within 15 minutes of getting up we were driving the opposite direction, deeper into Tankwa.

Despite it being a long weekend we thankfully found moderately priced accommodation at the Tanqua Karoo Guesthouse. For the evening we took over the exceptionally large family unit of four bedrooms and one very random pullout bed cupboard.

Tanqua Guesthouse

With a four hour layover before Elandsberg’s book-in time on Sunday, we tackled a common Karoo conundrum; not enough fuel to drive south back to Cape Town in a few days time but enough to make a 100km roundtrip in the wrong direction to fuel up. The wrong direction was Middelpos, on the other side of a narrow mountain pass.

A horse traffic sign is the first sign into Middlepos, but before I could make a (frankly uninspired) quip about it being a one horse town, I spotted 2 horses (and went on to see at least another 8). The one “something” of this town is way too bizarre to be a stereotype.Middlepos

At the freestanding fuel pumps a friendly fuel attendant confirmed our fears that they only accepted cash. With most of our cash firmly stashed in his pocket he happily locked open the general store for firewood. Inside 2 mannequins wearing vintage (since they were new 20 odd years ago I bet) watched over the ragtag collection of goods and groceries.

On request our store fuel attendant/store-clerk directed us to the hotel for lunch, where he himself took our order 2 minutes later. At this point we had to pool our resources dumping all our coins and small notes on the bar lounge’s table. Without missing a beat our fuel attendant/store-clerk/waiter/barman scooped up all our silver in return for 2 ice cold Hunters and fresh tomato and cheese toasted sandwiches.

As we had never been served by 1 person in 3 different settings within the span of 30 minutes another unique Karoo conundrum faced us, do we tip the “waiter” again when The Plus One already tipped the “petrol attendant”? Of course yes and hopefully the crumpled note showed our appreciation for the greater Tankwa’s triple threat.Elandsberg

The Tankwa National Park’s Elandsberg cottages are a special blend minimalist luxury and privacy. With the 5 cottages spaced far apart, neighbours are tiny specks never to be heard. If it was possible I would buy a timeshare.

I don’t feel the same excitement that I had after ArikaBurn 2015, maybe some distance and a whole lot of fomo and good memories might have me refreshing the computer screen to buy a ticket in 2 years or so. The rest of the Tankwa however, will see me a little sooner. And with a bit of luck there will be bit be more silver in my purse.

* Click here for pictures from our AfrikaBurn adventure.

AfrikaBurn 2015: The Rowdy Gift

AfrikaBurn 2015 Watch me Burn Over the past year this blog received an extraordinary amount of traffic from people looking for AfrikaBurn happy snaps, better known as naked photos in the default world*. From the simple “AfrikaBurn girl naked” to the long tail searches: “girl walking nude at afrika burn”. On the return of my second Burn there’s one AfrikaBurn myth that I can dispel with some confidence: the reality is less “free the nipple” and a whole lot more free hanging balls. Generally guys are just less photogenic in the buff. A notable exception to this was The Peacock we spotted a few times proudly prancing about, always with his water bottle on hand.

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Naked’ish

In 2014 I grew fairly attached to the Subterrafuge structures that towered over the flat plane and was thrilled when weather conditions caused the postponement of its burn to this year. The burn on the Friday night was bittersweet but dignified; the way the one tower fell into itself like a demolished skyscraper was pure artistry. In terms of sheer size the only art that came close to Subterrafuge this year was a piece of performance art involving stilt walkers that had a large devoted crowd following a large balloon that initially looked like a giant sperm cell. Any resemblance to sperm was forgotten as the balloon rose into the air shedding the material attached to reveal a regal trapeze artist. What followed was a performance that worked so perfectly with the elements and on a scale so spectacular, I can’t imagine it working anywhere else but right there, in that moment.   AfrikaBurn 2015 Overall my AfrikaBurn experience was not quite as renewing as last year; trance music pumping at full blast across the dessert way past 8:00 each morning got me down towards the end. There’s a lot more to AfrikaBurn than just a party in the desert, this distracts from that. In the WTF Guide handed out at Die Hek (the gate) there’s one sentence that really struck me: “You look even better than last year**.” I did my best to convince a few in the camp that this sentence was especially written for them. In a culture built on collectiveness, an individual can still shine in a crowd of 10,000. AfrikaBurn: clothing optional, contribution mandatory.AfrikaBurn 2015 * AfrikaBurn is the real word, outside its gates is the default world ** Paraphrasing, my WTF Guide was swallowed up by a black hole in our vehicle Scroll through for amazing images by my Plus One. AfrikaBurn 2015P1380830AfrikaBurn 2015AfrikaBurn 2015AfrikaBurn 2015AfrikaBurn 2015AfrikaBurn 2015

This photo was taken by Hennie Niemand with our crappy camera

This photo was taken by Hennie Niemand with our crappy camera

AfrikaBurn 2015AfrikaBurn 2015Jana Egg 4 (1 of 1)AfrikaBurn 2015AfrikaBurn 2015AfrikaBurn 2015AfrikaBurn 2015P1380818AfrikaBurn 2015AfrikaBurn 2015 Sunset I know you want more, click through for other perspectives and more pics of AfrikaBurn 2015:
Hennie Niemand – AfrikaBurn 2015
AfrikaBurn – a journey into the interior

Our AfrikaBurn adventure didn’t end when we left, a few days of decompression in the Karoo pushed the experience over the edge —> AfrikaBurn Decompression: Tankwa NP and the ghost town with cell signal

My post of 2014: AfrikaBurn.

Jason Bakery: The early hipster gets the doughssant

I’m a chronically early riser. It’s been a curse on my weekends until I discovered the Jason Bakery doughssant (cronut). Every Saturday they bake a limited number of absurdly imaginative doughssants that lures Capetonians out of bed through any kind of weather and/or hangover.

Over the Easter long weekend I had my first, a Hot Cross Doughssant with maple syrup cream cheese icing. Incredibly rich and oh so good. Jason Bakery Cronut

Standing in the takeaway queue after heeding the siren’s call that is @’s post of the day’s doughssant, it is crucial to have the will of steel. At eye level wonderful teats such croissants topped with maple syrup and bacon and bite sized savoury tartlets leer at you behind glass like ladies in a red light district. This time around I stood strong only adding the fresh juice of the day (sweet melon, pear and carrot – as fresh as advertised and refreshing) and a flat white to my bill.

The Plus One captures my classy side.  (Bottom Left) The Hot Cross Doughssant

The Plus One captures my classy side.
(Bottom Left) The Hot Cross Doughssant

This Saturday’s offering was Fruit Loops with vanilla milk crème. This one was much lighter than the Hot Cross variety. The filling tasted like creamy custard while the crunchy topping reminded me of a simpler time when Fruit Loops was a treat only reserved for the school holidays.

We made our way through the swarm of healthy people jogging/hiking/cycling on Table Mountain for one of the best views in Cape Town to enjoy a breakfast that sneers in the face of diets and everything you thought you knew about pastries.Jason Bakery Doughssant

Jason Bakery
Tel: 021 424 5644
Address: 185 Bree Street, Cape Town, 8001
Business hours:
Tuesday – Friday: 7am-3:30pm
Saturday: 8am-2pm

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Odd’s Garden Bistro & Pub: It’s always Yummy in Philadelphia

The 20 minute drive to Philadelphia from Cape Town is not the prettiest this time of the year, maybe because it reminded me so much of my native Free State, marked by kilometres of brown fields with the occasional row of tall trees to block the wind. Not that it doesn’t have a certain charm.

Philadelphia, South Africa

Two of the pretty buildings in Philadelphia

The winding road is a favourite with long boarders. It also features one of the few single lane bridges in the Western Cape where a popular beer advert was shot. Remember the one with the mini bus of soccer fans and the bakkie filled with rugby supporters trying to persuade the other to cross the bridge first? That’s the one.

The streets of South Africa’s Philadelphia are lined with houses with wrap around porches while mansions act as first defence on its outskirts overlooking Swartland vineyards. At the entrance of town large signs pointed us towards 3 of the restaurants: Pepper Tree Art Stable and Coffee Shop, Odd’s Garden Bistro & Pub and De Malle Meul. The tannie at Helena se Hoekwinkel recommended them in this order, cautioning that we should have made a reservation. I had flashbacks of Barrydale that fooled us with its one horse town status and bamboozled with booked tables.

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Odd’s Garden Bistro & Pub

The leafy Pepper Tree was not only fully booked, it had a 2 hour waiting list. It is very possible for even the most unfit to walk a few laps around the town to kill those 120 minutes.

We rather took a leisurely 2 minute stroll around the corner to Odd’s Garden Bistro & Pub. Here we had our pick of tables, inside and garden, which of course made us very suspicious but the hunger pangs drowned this out. It might be the service. Despite having only 3 other tables and 2 waitresses it took about 15 minutes to place an order. The waitress sent us down to the “Pub” outside to buy a bottle of wine were the bartender – and suspected owner – was busy braai’ng steaks and drinking a Castle. He was very unimpressed that that waitress sent us there, clearly we got the trainee. He sent us on our way with a fruity bottle of Havana Hills sauvignon blanc, a local wine for R80.

The other waitress who took our order was much better, advising on which dishes would take longer and made great recommendations. The Plus One was the big winner with the day’s special, a mini feast of lamb shank that slid off the bone served with mash, butternut and green salad (R110). I bartered as much of my bacon and feta quiche (R65) to get a few bites of his dish. The kids ate every crumb of their venison pies (R70) after picking out the peach slices from their salads.20150301_140014The decor is beautiful if somewhat clichéd with its exposed beams and shabby chic furniture. However there are well thought out details such as laced trimmed white napkins that distinguish Odd’s to some extent.

Just going on the pastry of the pies, I would love to try the high tea at R75(ish) with freshly baked goods. It shouldn’t be the case, but I can handle mediocre service (most likely only on a Sunday) for beautiful plated comfort food and a restful atmosphere.

Odd’s Garden Bistro & Pub
Meul Street, Philadelphia, South Africa
Tel: 021 972 1023

Festival of Fizz: When the Wine Route visits the Garden Route

This weekend we were those tourists who, despite being in a foreign country, only ate at McDonald’s. Naturally our equivalent was a little more fabulous, Capetonians attending a MCC festival in George.

Chilled bottles of MCC was available for immediate consumption. Credit: Fancourt Facebook page

Chilled bottles of MCC was available for immediate consumption. Credit: Fancourt Facebook page

The inaugural Festival of Fizz was hosted at the heavily gated Fancourt in George. Compared to the Franschhoek Cap Classique and Champagne Festival ‘The ‘Magic of Bubbles, it looked ridiculously tiny with only 16 odd farms. Though this number multiplied quite quickly as hardly anyone asked for a tasting coupon…

I didn’t plan on writing this post so didn’t take any notes of all the different MCCs we tasted. So this merely an oversimplified list of our festival of the festival: Steenberg, L’Ormarins, Genevieve, Tanzanite and Moreson.

In the spirit of trying something new we didn’t visit two farms that were already taking up real estate in our fridge back home, Graham Beck and our “local” De Grendel.

Once you got to the festival tent the organisation was smooth. There was one table to buy the all the MMCs represented and coupons used to purchase the food at the entrance/exit. Tables were placed under the trees for those wanting to enjoy gourmet snacks or a deeper sip of bubbly. Getting to the festival once in Fancout’s gates was a bit vague though. There would have been a better flow if there were dedicated shuttles waiting to transport to and from the parking lot, that or clear signs for those who don’t mind walking.

Saberage with a bottle of De Grendel MCC on our elopement day

Saberage with a bottle of De Grendel MCC on our elopement day in October.  Credit: Greg van der Reis

From previous visits to wine farms and other festivals we have learned quite a bit about the MCC process, so it was great to be schooled one of the lesser known joys of MCC, saberage. Saberage is the art of removing the top of a champagne bottle with a sword/knife, however it can also be done with a butter knife. The Plus One had a level of success with this over the years but hit a bit of a snag of late. The friendly guy from Moreson kindly shared a few pointers. He also pointed us the direction of Genevieve, a MCC he was sampling himself.

There was only one food stand which had exquisite looking bite sized treats. The spring roll was delicious making up for the average sushi plate. Dessert was juicy cream-filled strawberries.

A delicate spread

A delicate spread  Credit: Plus One

The Festival of Fizz was a fun diversion though I believe the tickets at R150 at pop, is quite steep for the value one gets. But even as I wrote the last sentence I knew we will most likely be back, champagne flute in hand, if we’re in the neighbourhood next year.

Bliki Tin Shak, jaffles and the best watermelon in the Garden Route

The quirky rusted decor style, the illegitimate half-sister of shabby chic, might be full of holes but it’s still standing strong. Bliki Tin Shak, a textbook example of this style, popped op just outside Great Brak River on the Garden Route a few months ago. Bliki Tin Shak With the addition of few succulents, inviting chairs and bright fraying bunting, an old barn on the side of the road was transformed into Bliki Tin Shak. The menu is simple: jaffle with salad or pie with salad, both R30. For the sweet tooth there’s a cake of the day which was carrot cake on our visit, we opted for a few apricot sweets. Bliki Tin Shak jaffle Even though I’m off bread I didn’t fight the temptation to order the jaffle, it felt like the kinda place to have traditional South African fast food. When asked about the filling the Tannie was very adamant about the quality of the meat. It’s not P&P or Checkers meat she insisted, she’s ‘allergic’ to fat and the butcher made it front of her. The quality was as good as the Tannie promised. Taste wise it was fair, I would have preferred slightly stronger flavouring. The side salad was excellent and it was a kick seeing it “harvested” minutes before gracing our plates. If you’re very brave and happen to be fond of ginger beer, Bliki Tin Shak’s homemade variety (R15) is worth a try. It is quite potent, not too sweet and very refreshing. But best don’t drink it on the road as they are known to POP! due to the fermentation. Bliki Tin Shak Sitting on the porch, one can hardly see or hear the busy main road that is a few meters away and there is more than enough space for children to safely run around. A few meters down on the opposite site of the road you will find the humble “Padstal”. Open throughout the season including public holidays, the hardworking couple at this farm stall vends the best (in price* and taste) watermelons in the area. For padkos try one of their Hertzoggies at R3 a tartlet.

Bliki Tin Shak Address: R102, Voorbrug, Great Brak River (-34.03406703579071, 22.266339763982614)
Tel: 083 733 1761
Open 09:00 – 18:00 weather permitting

Photos by the Plus One

*Update 24 December: When we retuned to the Padstal yesterday we were sad to see that the price of watermelons went up drastically.

Winter Solstice in Hangklip

Hangklip

Hangklip Photo Credit: Supplied

I love the term getaway, so descriptive. However it falls slightly short of explaining our latest family trip, it was a getFARaway. Though technically not far in time, the converted WWII radar station might as well be in another time-zone. Propped against the mountain with only a steep private road connecting us to the physical outside word (sadly the signal was excellent, but more about that later).

The facilities of the accommodation are basic, but the important stuff were there, like a fridge to chill the MCC and champagne glasses to serve it in. Everything one could possibly need to have a cosy weekend on the coast, gas heater and all. The kids got over the horror a TV-less weekend with board games, pool and running around screaming at each other, also known as exploring I am told.

The watchful eye of the lighthouse peeped in every once in a while though a crack in the bedroom curtains. Thanks to this and the sound of waves crashing in a distance I actually enjoy my regular 6am Saturday internal clock wakeup time. It was Winter Solstice after all, the shortest day of the year.

A weekend in Instagrams

A weekend in Instagrams

Saturday breakfast was my specialty waffles and bacon, mostly special because it tops the short list of dishes I can make. Premix is awesome. Only hard core carbs can get you through a day of antiquing. The Plus One found a few fabulous vintage signs while I got a wedding cape topper in nearby Romantiques in Hermanus.

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The view from Hangklip and the outside braai Photo Credit: Supplied

So is this Tim Noakes diet thingy is quite a big deal right, or do they just have excellent marketing? Either way the full page dedicated to the protein drenched in fat diet at Fusion got no love from us. We opted for their special, 2 plates of fish and chips and a bottle of house wine for R150, the kids had a non-alcoholic version. The portions are huge and were enough to share with the marimba band playing Adele and Shakira covers across the street.

As I mentioned the cell reception is really good, which means we were all still on our phones way more than we should be. It also meant that we could stay the full weekend while I did a rather painful Sunday morning shift in front of my laptop with a view that commanded attention while the boys were out gallivanting with penguins.

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Stony Point Penguin Colony in Betty’s Bay Photo Credit: Plus One

Whether it was pity for me or the cuteness of the penguins but the boys were very quick to suggest another trip to the Stony Point Penguin Colony in Betty’s Bay when I finally finished my shift. And are they cute? My goodness. The setup it really fantastic, R10 gets you through the gates with penguins as far as you can see while walking on a shipshape wooden walkway.

Leaving Hangklip was very hard especially with a lighthouse left unexplored, yes sometimes I also like running around screaming. The feeling of complete isolation while still being minutes away from a coke in a glass bottle and ghost pops seller is a feature I value highly in accommodation.

In the afterglow of our pervious family getFARaway the South African tour of my favourite band Billy Talent was confirmed. And as luck will have it my Monday Blues was once again blasted away with the announcement of the Foo Fighters’ first SA tour. Yes that band that everyone requests when asked on Facebook by the festivals pretending to get input is finally coming to South Africa! 10 December in Cape Town and the 13th in Jozi.

For Hangklip accommodation bookings contact:
Bertus van Niekerk
bertus.vanniekerk@mmiholdings.co.za
083 231 6473

Romantiques
14 Aberdeen Street, Hermanus
028 312 4226

Fusion Restaurant
Village Square, Marine Drive, Hermanus
028 312 4277