Beardsdorp Church. South Africa.
Thatched homes are common in Beardsdorp.
Old fisherman cottages are now holiday rentals.
Where the Indian and Atlantic oceans collide, there have been many shipwrecks thus the museum in Beardsdorp.
Dishes recovered from sunken ships.
I am cycling this road. It is Sunday, so there is not much traffic. During the week there is a lot of truck traffic. On Sundays, everyone usually goes to church and watches soccer on TV in the afternoon. But in Soweto, the 5 million person slum of Johannesburg, people go to church in the morning and in the afternoon go to ancestor worship. Which somehow involves butchering a goat and examining its intestines to see how much you must pay for this service by an intermediary person who connects you to your ancestors. They are Christians and keep their local religion as well. On Sunday morning they sing “Amazing Grace” and in the afternoon worship ancestors. I am trying not to be judgmental, but not succeeding.
Dutch architecture in Swellendam us spectacular. I spent the night at a lovely lodge. There were hikes nearby, but I am headed back to Pretoria to catch a flight home in a few days.
Nelson Mandela’s grave is near here. He grew up near here. On the bus, we stop for a moment to see it from the highway, as it is not open to the public.
Since I am on my way home, I decide to buy a few souvenirs. This woman sews clothes and I bought the cutest apron from her. I told her I like to cook and do not have a maid. She said with astonishment, “You do not have a maid?”
It was about $30 and she had added hand sewn beads around the edges. I will take a photo and post it.
It rained the two days back on the bus. Which made slow going as it was really hard rain. But they really needed the rain. Unfortunately, it was not raining on the drought stricken west coast around Cape Town.
And, best of all, while I was spending the day at the airport in Johannesburg waiting for my plane, I called everyone I had met who gave me their phone number in case I needed anything, even a bed for the night.
Of all my memories, the friendly people are the best ones!