We have been told countless times to make sure we approach the lovely town of Prince Alberta through the pass north of DeRust. We are rewarded with a spectacular drive up over the pass with colorful folded geomorphic rocks covered with green lichen. Out on to the broad expanse of the Karoo, as it is known, we drive into the nice neat Prince Alberta at 5.30pm.
Neat whitewashed Cape Dutch houses with thatched roofs abound in this well kept haven of civilization. Somehow they have retained their character while many other area of SA are giving way to dense, ugly, overcrowded African townships and regions, and old Dutch/Afrikans names are being replaced y unpronounceable African ones. Obviously a stop between Johannesburg and the Knysna area for the wealthy too.
Its a one-Main Street town where we turn into the Victorian Saxe Coburg Guest House, and a warm welcome from Carmen and dog Cleo. There are 6 units facing a lovely tropical garden and cold!) pool. Its season end here and no heated pools. Refreshing to say the least.
The Victorian - type room has a modern bathroom coffee/tea tray with cookies, milk in your fridge, port and glasses. Big fluffy towels, comfy duvet beds. And a nice private patio. Breakfast is a lovely spread with full English cooked when you want it too!
Carmen books us into the nearby Gallery Cafe that we have heard lots about. We have a nice dinner of carpaccio of ostrich/steenbok and lamb shanks, washed down with a nice Pinot Noir. It is totally safe to walk home in the dark after this, but you need a flashlight to not trip on the uneven, sometimes nonexistant sidewalk.
There’s a beautiful red sunset and we retire to bed where Ted gets to finally rest his sore bony bum!
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