We arrived at Kenton-on-Sea in the late afternoon of Mikes birthday, parked our bikes and threw a line into the lagoon while enjoying a cold one.
We were unsure of where we were going to pitch our tent for the night, until an elderly man with an incredibly small pink playboy speedo pointed us in the of direction of Horns Up. Which is appently home to a large festival of sorts over Decembers where people all jump on flotation devices and float upstream as the tide rises, until they arrive at this spectacular farm.
We did a day or two fishing while waiting out the rain that covered the coast, having to collect water (using poncho) as there was no fresh water on the farm, just lagoon water.
We made our way to Cape Saint Francis and met with an old friend of ours (Bryce) and met an adorable little Knysna Dwarf Chameleon, after which, we had the full tour of this beautiful corner of the world.
We had a glorious time, met old friends and made new ones. The next blog will show the our fishing exploits at Cape St Francis and our scrumptious recipe on how to make Cuttlefish (just like in the restaurants).
Appollogies for the slow updates, we tend to be roughing it in the bush out of the sphere of reception or interwebs.
Trent Seiler & The Nitty Gritty Nomads