I think it is about time I write something about our own country instead of waxing lyrical about all the other beautiful cities all over the world. This weekend my cousins, Tristan and I took a roadtrip up to Plettenberg Bay on the border of the Western and Eastern Cape – about 530km from Cape Town. The main reason we went up there was so that my cousins, who are currently visiting from Melbourne, could bungee jump off the highest bridge in Africa, the highest bungee bridge in the world!
The roadtrip started at 5:30am on Friday morning, all half asleep (except for Trist who was driving), and we were met with a gorgeous sunrise shining up on the mountains.
We proceeded to make our way through countless playlists in between naps and random sing-a-longs until finally it was time for breakfast at Wimpy in Heidelberg – breakfast of champions really – and even got a free karaoke CD with all the SA classics! We were then only about 250km from Plett but it took us until about 1pm – singing all the way – to finally pull into Robberg where we found our backpackers, a few kilometres from the centre of Plett, the Starling Backpackers.
It was a cosy place, a lovely big dog greeted us at the entrance, a horse and a pony roamed the paddock next to the house, and a chicken warmed itself in the flower beds – it had a real homely feel. We had a private room of 4 beds so no sharing the room this time, but shared bathrooms were clean and even had hot water (and free breakfast! Score!). After a quick lunch we didn’t waste time, and made our way straight to the beach for a bit of a nap and a tan. Tristan had met up with his friend and was already on his mountain bike to Bloukrans where we would meet him later that afternoon. I was surprised to hear quite a lot of foreign languages being spoken on the beach around us, I was always under the impression only us Capies went there on holiday The beaches are pretty great though, clean and lots of fine sand to dig your feet into.
Then already it was time to head off to Bloukrans so that my adrenalin junky cousins could jump off the bridge! The whole day I had been asking them if they were scared, and only when we actually arrived at the bridge did we all realise how high it was, and all gave a slight squeal! When we arrived at Face Adrenalin they were really organised, all we had to do was book in and they got harnessed up, then we could spend a few minutes watching other people bungee on the screen in the restaurant area. When they went off to the bridge, we stayed in the restaurant so we could watch everyone jump. Some people got thrown around quite a lot on the way down and it was scary even just to watch them flying off the bridge into the deep valley below! When my cousins had gone, they came back shaking from the adrenalin rush, as I can only imagine how much adrenalin was pumping through their veins. Some would say its not at all natural to jump off a bridge!
Here’s a little video on the bungee:)
After the excitement had died down, souvenirs bought and videos watched, we headed back to Plett for a relaxed rest of the weekend. We spent that evening enjoying dinner at a food market, with great live music and delicious food being sold at different stalls.
The next day was all about the beach, I was up nice and early to take T to his mountain bike meeting point, but went back to bed as a 6am start didn’t go down so well! But by 10:30am we were on the beach and soaking up the sun (although my body regrets this decision) and what a beautiful day it was. We lunched in the town, and sat on the beach some more, swam in the sea, watched the holiday makers eating ice-creams and went for cocktails at the Lookout Deck. Dinner that night was a boerie braai (special South African sausage cooked on the fire) as the ex-saffa’s had been missing their boerewors whilst living in Melbourne!
Next morning it was up early again and a 7am walk on the beach before we had to pack up and head back to Cape Town, not before stopping at the famous Ice Palazzo on the Main street for some early morning yumminess! This time we spent most of the way home alternating between sleeping (or pretending to sleep in Claire’s case) and eating! We stopped for lunch in Mossel Bay at the Fork&Train (yes it is really called that) and then powered on so we could get home for early evening.
I think I speak for all of us when i say what a great place Plett is, it was a beautiful weekend and totally worth the 15 hours in the car driving there and back