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| Doringbaai |
It is a soggy day to start off with as the Atlantic mist continuously coats the sleepy resort town. I am not sure what the road ahead is like, but it is Sunday and all is quiet. Our municipal park attendant hasn't come to collect the rent so it looks like it may be Christmas in September. So off we go through Doringbaai which in itself does not seem like too bad an option as towns go, but the road drags on until the outskirts of town where we hit the dreaded gravel. By now we have gone through all the moans and grumbles and Eugene says "push on". It relentlessly winds its way through to Lambert's bay with nothing much to show. The town once again is lazy and typically West Coast, but we start noticing more Cape Town cars and Sunday drivers.
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| Elandsbaai |
We head out along the Spoornet services road to Elandsbaai with the sea lapping along on our flank and we unceremoniously arrive in the local caravan park with Baboon Rock in the distance reminding us of its presence. We decide that this will be our last braai for the trip and pull out all the stops. We are now going through our rations closed eyes as our preferences have long been consumed up the track. Ah, to bed with the sound of crashing waves and the pleasant thoughts of loved ones soon to be seen after 3 more sleeps.
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