By Chris Marais, Julienne du Toit
Award profitable trip writers Chris Marais and Julienne du Toit pack their trusty bakkie and force the whole size of South Africa's beaches, from Alexander Bay within the west to Kosi Bay within the east, assembly the bizarre and the fantastic, the legal and the loopy components of seashore South Africa en route.
This renowned writer duo pack their trusty bakkie and force the full size of South Africa's beaches, from Alexander Bay within the west to Kosi Bay within the east. On their 10-week trip, they meet the unusual and the fantastic, the felony and the loopy components of beach South Africa. the problems, the drama, the heritage, the journey and the comedian humour one reveals each day at the coast of this kingdom make for a charming armchair go back and forth learn. shores is all approximately diamond divers, surfers, skippers domestic from the ocean, fishermen, clever baboons, dodgy builders, Rastafarians, Cadillac creditors, woodland adventurers, Transkei nannies, sushi cooks, Zulu-shield makers, abalone poachers and a modern day Robinson Crusoe. It's a beneficiant slice of South African existence, with its foibles, squabbles and the occasional homicidal oyster. are available, the water's fine—for now...
Chris Marais and Julienne du Toit - authors of A Drink of Dry Land and Namibia area - are go back and forth writers who've received various awards for his or her journal paintings through the years. They traverse Southern Africa looking for sturdy tales and engaging humans. seashores is their newest journey and, by way of encounters and matters, their greatest - and such a lot worthwhile - problem to this point.
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The ocean line, simply metres clear of us, grew to become invisible. The cloak of mist lifted somewhat and printed a flotilla of bobbing tuppies with their suction pipes putting aft like huge intestines. Hondeklip Bay has its personal mad diamond-diving fraternity. An historical mariner of varieties arrived and sat down close to us. He wore a blue worker’s total and a white cap bearing a South African flag and the phrases: “Put youngsters First Now”. His identify was once Ivan Don. through day, he fished. At evening, he was once the safeguard on the outdated lobster-packing manufacturing facility. Which used to be a piece unhappy, as the rock lobsters have been fished out of this sector greater than two decades in the past. Even the West Coast Upwelling couldn't stand up to the consistent overfishing. “Now there’s only a few rowing boats that exit for hotnotsvis, harders and slightly snoek,” he acknowledged. We requested concerning the jetty, which looked to be absent. “A massive typhoon got here in 2002 and washed it away,” he stated. “The surge killed 3 males in a rowing boat, then crossed the line to the publish place of work and ruined the petrol pump ceaselessly. ” Jules and Ivan chatted away casually, with the fisherman giving vibrant insights into existence in Hondeklip Bay, until eventually she requested him in regards to the fishing quotas within the region. He instructed her approximately his fishing allow, but if she threw in a couple of extra questions, he clammed up and gazed out on the misty beach. “Don’t fear, I’m no longer a Fisheries inspector,” she guaranteed the fellow. however the short connection was once over, and we drove on. Hondeklip Bay. puppy Stone Bay. How did that identify take place? John M Smallberger explains it in A background of Copper Mining in Namaqualand. It appeared there as soon as was once a stone round the following, a wide boulder formed like a puppy. Then a bored tourist painted the stone crimson. Time handed and foul climate got rid of lots of the paint yet for small lines within the crevices of the stone. A prospector got here through, searching for copper. He observed these final purple paint spots, knocked off what was once the ‘dog’s ear’ and despatched it again to his employers for research. There’s no list of that specific prospector’s later development in existence. He most likely stumbled on himself one other day task presently afterwards. We drove prior a home the place an previous lady stood on her porch, maintaining her head down and steadfastly ignoring us. “Maybe she additionally has a fishing enable that wishes checking,” I joked. yet, quite, fishing allows are a major topic all alongside the SA beach. You’re just a dumb townie when you comic story approximately them. We left Hondeklip Bay and drove previous mining grounds that seemed as if that they had by no means visible a rehabilitation programme. at the Waterval– Kotzesrus street, we stumbled on a farm that sorely wanted a holiday from the loads of sheep and goats that had grazed it naked. This position used to be crying out to turn into a part of a countrywide park for a millennium or 3. after which we have been at Groen Rivier Mouth amidst a suite of Zozo dwellings, development huts and metal igloos. Even the lighthouse used to be tatty and painted an uninspiring blend of soiled yellow and black. Gullies ran wealthy with empty beer bottles.