Happy Birthday Madiba
According to thermometer in my car, it was 3°c when we woke up this morning. I guess staying at around 2200m in the middle of winter accounts for this. I’m not very popular with the kids as I told them not to worry about packing winter clothes (in my defence we were heading to 40°c in Zanzibar at the time). Robs thought this was a good excuse to head into Nyanga to buy some winter clothes.
Nyanga turned out to be a tiny rural town, with very few shops. We did manage to find Robs a bright red fleece in the general dealer store. There was no fresh produce in the ‘supermarket’ and our shopping list, made for a Spar shop went out the window; we bought bread and peanut butter. I find with Gareth in the kitchen we need to shop on a daily basis, for all the ingredients he requires for his sauces and trimmings, not that we are complaining, the meals have improved. After checking out the bustling metropolis of Nyanga, this took all of 5 minutes, we found some fresh produce sellers on the side of the road and added apples (for apple sauce with our pork chops tonight) and eggs to our daily purchases.
We then went off to explore the area. Our first visit was to the National Park, which would have been our second choice for accommodation in the area. It turned out camping would have cost us the same as our comfortable time share unit and they have occasional hot water. It is scandalous what the National Parks charge for entry and camping in Africa.
We then went for a drive and I saw a sign directing visitors to an art gallery. So we headed off on a dirt road into the mountains and we kept going, with the family ripping me off about the fact not too many people would head up this far off the beaten track to view some art. We eventually came to a place called World’s View and the ‘art gallery’. The view is part of a Zim heritage site and is unbelievable, we climbed up into a stone tower and looked out over the world – the trip was totally worth it. The art gallery consisted of some stone carvings dotted around the entrance – all for sale.
We returned for a late lunch of club sandwiches, Gray and I had lost some weight when it was just the two of us, now we are putting it back on, with interest, the kids are such a bad influence.
It was then time to hole up in front of a fire and play our favourite triominos game. Gray went out to make for our braai but with wet wood and a horrible wind blowing, the braai master gave up, for the first time ever. He didn’t give up totally, next thing the braai and grid were placed over the fire in the fire place and we had an ‘inside braai’.
Our inside braai
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