HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY GARETH
I can’t believe our son is 21st, where did the time? During the planning stages of the trip there were a few events that made me think twice about going and missing Ga’s 21st was one of them – but he said that he would probably be working today anyway and if we didn’t go now then we would never go. As it turns out, I hear you lucky South Africans have the day off to go and vote. We had a long chat with him this morning; he was in good spirits and said it felt kind of weird being an ‘adult’. He is having some friends around for a braai and Kirst and her friends will be there. We will celebrate with him when we are all together in a month’s time and organise a party later in the year in Jhb.
This morning we woke to the silhouette of palm trees against the orange sun rise over the water. We have our own private little beach and I went for a swim to the first rock island in the bay. It smelt of guano, from the white breasted cormorants, so I swam back. In our camp are an abundance of birds including the purple-crested turaco, sunbirds and fish eagles.
We had a lazy morning, chilling under the trees in the camp site. We are desperately trying to sort out communications to send letters through to Robs and Jen but it appears all the networks are down.
Eventually, we gave up and headed into the ‘restaurant’ for lunch and our malaria prophylactic (G&T’s) – I had chambo, the local fish; fresh water fish can tend to taste a bit muddy but this was delicious. To work off the lunch, we went for a swim to the guano rock – now filled with cormorants and paddled around, watching them for a while. We then swam back and explored the rock pools in the bay.
We made mushroom pasta for dinner and toasted our son with some red wine. It was a perfect day; just wish he was here to share it with us.
Our camp site
"our beach"
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