All about this day, was wrong. The rain didn’t stop and it was freezing. After breakfast, I decided to go to Citrusdal. Supposedly the flowers are beautiful there.
Breakfast, was a cup of coffee, and French toast.
As I left Paternoster, the sun, decided to show up and I thought, this is going to be a good day. I followed the tar road to Veldrift.
Google, directed me, to turn right in Veldrift, towards Piketberg. Then, it happened! A sea of pink, blurred my view and I stopped dead, on the R399. Nearly causing an accident. Luckily, the people here are late back, and it is out off season. Flamingos, everywhere! Now, if you know me at all, you will know, I love flamingos. The beautiful, graceful, ballerinas of the sky.
I pulled over next to the road, and stared. This is definitely going to be a good day.
The rest of the journey to Piketberg, was covered with fields of flowers, everywhere, you look. What a picturesque town! Nestled at the foot of the Piketberg! I
I needed coffee, but couldn’t find anywhere that looked ok, to stop. Decided, water will have to do and carried on with my journey. More flowers covered the green fields and the traffic picked up. I realized, I’m on the main road to Namibia. The N7. The very scenic route took, me through the Piekenierskloofpass. And there! Just there, in the hand of the Cederberg, lays, the small town of Citrusdal. Wow. It was beautiful.
Driving into the town, was a different story, again the lack of direction, and google map confusion, I ended up in some dubious places. It felt, like the locals, were staring, at this little old lady, in her Datsun, with GP-plates. I felt unwelcome, and a little wary.
After another wrongly directed google map, mishap, to somewhere worth seeing, I remembered there was a hotel, as I came into the the little town. Maybe I can get some coffee and a ladies room there. It is lunchtime, after all.
But by fate or luck, I missed the turnoff, and ended up, back on the N7, heading to Piketberg.
My eye caught a sign; Hebron. The biblical connection, made me, turn right. Again, I had no idea, where to park, and pulled in, in front of the sign that says: Wine Sales. I can hear a woman, asking, very loudly: “how are you?”. I replied: “I’m good thank you, how about some coffee?”just to realize, she was talking on the phone.
Toilets. The best sign, I seen all day. In a rugged, old fashioned, bathroom, I found relief. I looked at my surrounds. Artistic, rustic and charming, but in a way weird. I followed the woman’s voice, back to the wine sales. After, what felt like ages, she finally put the phone down, and looked at me. I asked, if I please can have a coffee.
She shouted at one of the ladies to organize, a take away coffee, and instructed me to follow her, whilst shouting at another lady. The conversation, went something like this:
“Lady: wax? wtf is that wax called?
Servent: Abdul’s wax, missus.
Lady: I knew it was something, wax!
Me: sounds kinky, to me
Lady: as long as I’m not, the one tied down.”
By this time, we reached a kitchen, and the smell, of boerewors, tomato and onion frying, was filling the air. It smelled like heaven. The place was oddly designed, nothing matched, put everything looked in place. A British couple sat at another table, complementing, the lady on her wine selection, for them. It has started to rain, and through the open back door, I could see the the colorfully dressed, farm workers gathering, around kongafires, warming themselves. This place was weird. It made me think of a place in somewhere between, nowhere, like in “courage the cowardly dog” adventures. Eventually the coffee, came, and payment was refused. I took leave of the strange charming place and headed back to Piketberg. On my way out, to the N7, I came across, a one legged man, hopping up the cobbled stone path. I suddenly felt glad to be leaving here.
In Piketsberg, I parked, in the Piketberg petroport, park. I finished, last night’s leftover chicken, and the last of the coffee, sitting in the car, while people stare at me, through the pouring rain.
I drove back via Hopefield. The Datsun’s wipers couldn’t keep up with the rain. Hopefield is beautiful, but the rain didn’t let up, so I pushed on towards Paternoster, through another field, of wind turbines and flowers.
I missed the turnoff, and driving via, Langebaan back to Paternoster. The sun decided to appear.
Back in my room, I decided to finish the rest of the bottle of wine, in the fridge, I passed out, tired and cold.
I woke up at 6pm, and decided a walk on the beach will do me good. It was very very cold. It was breathtakingly, beautiful, I’m not sure if I walked in a straight line, but I didn’t care.
Frozen and covered in beach, I went for dinner. I decided on homemade fish cakes, made with snork, and Melkkos, for pudding. I ate my fish cakes (which was delicious, so by the way) and took the rest of my bottle of wine and my pudding, and disappeared, to my room. Wrapped up, in every blanket, I could find, the heater on full blast, I watched, some movie, eating my Melkkos, sipping wine, slowly. Oh the memories, coming back! My mom used, make Melkkos, on cold winter Sunday evenings. The smell of cinnamon, filling the heated air. I was in heaven.