There is a special town close to the most southern tip of Africa, called Struisbaai. Neither hip, nor happening, but it does have an unpolished, small-town charm.
We go there as often as we can, which is never enough, but it is like a gentle breeze washes over you. Close to nature, peaceful and quiet - I just love it.
We have these ridiculous little habits, which sound mundane, but create such pleasure - we really miss it when we are not around:
When we arrive all windows and doors are thrown open and a fire is made for dinner. We always open a bottle of bubbles - mostly because we survived the N2 and the road from Caledon to Bredasdorp! We always end up outside, where I try to revive all the fynbos and succulents which made their way into a garden of sorts.
Saturday starts off with "Struisbaai" moer-koffie (a special pot that stays on the stove the whole day) and rusks. Then a slow trek to town (about 5km from where we stay) for the local pannekoek tent, some small town shopping and maybe some fish and chips at the little harbour. Most days, the fishermen come back around lunch-time with the catch of the day. Gorgeous, big yellow tail is the local delicacy, which we sometimes take home for our evening braai.
Long walks on the wooden walk-way at the beach or in the nature reserve where we stay, is always a treat. Sunday is slow and begins with a late brunch, a morning swim and maybe a video evening, as we mostly come back on Mondays or Tuesdays, to give the weekend traffic a miss.
Time flies, and in a blink we are on our way back to Cape Town. The only thing that pulls me through is a stop at Napier for Antiques, Houwhoek for the best bread and pies is the Cape and maybe the Engen for a quick take-away to ease of the start to the week :)
Indeed, a very special place...
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