Not exactly early, but we are off to the Old Nick Market near Plett for the weekly small gathering of bakers, craftspeople and one market garden vegetable stall. I buy ore Portuguese custard tarts adn coconut tarts. UPmarket craft stores sell high en clothing and AFricanese, and next door is the Mungo weaving factory where they weave beautiful cotton fabrics. I buy an African wrap for my trip a ka koi ($35) to sleep/wrap/dry with. Ted and Trish sample the samosas from one stall and we head to town to get groceries.
We are stopped in our tracks as a demonstration is underway - the high road to town is closed as is the main supermarket, booze shop and all the shops around. We later find the schools closed and the kids are demonstrating too. They set fire to an electric power station (rebelling against something to do with their electricity rates!) and burn a car or two. This seems so weird in this affluent city but again is typical of what can happen at the drop of a hat.
We return to the lovely dairy and farm shop at the top of our local road and repair to the shade for milk shakes and scones with jam/cream (just like Jolly olde...) The long lashed Jersey cows walk single file back from pasture to their milking sheds, each tagged on the ear with their name! WE buy ice cream, milk and cream before we leave, yum! To hell with the arteries.
I spend some time on the internet and book our flights to Joburg for our bush camp/safari trip in early March. In also booking a hotel the night we get back to Joburg, I find I have not booked the hotel I thought I had and quickly regroup so I have the right info for our pickup and drop fro the safari.
At 6m we are off to Plett with a neighbor in tow to see a famous satirist at a nice little local theatre, all to raise funds for a second teacher for the local school where there are currently 72 in the class with one teacher! Much of the patter is in Afrikaans so it goes over our head, partly. I understand about 2/3 - Ted less. But taking the piss out of politicians is always funny in any language or country. They offer some nice snacks before the performance too - gazpacho, caprese salad and cheese plate.
We are stopped in our tracks as a demonstration is underway - the high road to town is closed as is the main supermarket, booze shop and all the shops around. We later find the schools closed and the kids are demonstrating too. They set fire to an electric power station (rebelling against something to do with their electricity rates!) and burn a car or two. This seems so weird in this affluent city but again is typical of what can happen at the drop of a hat.
We return to the lovely dairy and farm shop at the top of our local road and repair to the shade for milk shakes and scones with jam/cream (just like Jolly olde...) The long lashed Jersey cows walk single file back from pasture to their milking sheds, each tagged on the ear with their name! WE buy ice cream, milk and cream before we leave, yum! To hell with the arteries.
I spend some time on the internet and book our flights to Joburg for our bush camp/safari trip in early March. In also booking a hotel the night we get back to Joburg, I find I have not booked the hotel I thought I had and quickly regroup so I have the right info for our pickup and drop fro the safari.
At 6m we are off to Plett with a neighbor in tow to see a famous satirist at a nice little local theatre, all to raise funds for a second teacher for the local school where there are currently 72 in the class with one teacher! Much of the patter is in Afrikaans so it goes over our head, partly. I understand about 2/3 - Ted less. But taking the piss out of politicians is always funny in any language or country. They offer some nice snacks before the performance too - gazpacho, caprese salad and cheese plate.
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