Sometimes the name of a place, a person, or a road is totally on spot. This is one of these times. The Garden Route is a long, giant garden where you just want to take your shoes off and run around.
We rented a car to go from Port Elizabeth to Cape Town, driving the Garden Route. The drive is 8-9 hours, but we used two days, making stops along the way. We could have used two weeks. At every stop we made I just wanted to stay. The problem with having the freedom of a rented car and no plan is the awareness that the next possible stop might be even better than the one you’re at. The grass is sometimes greener on the other side of the fence. Or just as green at least.
It seems every bay, every small city and even every rest stop in the forest is worth a stop. We took a detour when we saw a sign saying «Natures Valley», just because it sounded beautiful. And it really was. We got to see the sun set over the beach, and run around bare feet, doing yoga in the sand. Sweaty, full of sand and happy we got back in the car and reached Wilderness for the night.
The view from our dorm room the following morning was breathtaking. From my bed I could see the beach and ocean as the sun woke me up. We took a morning swim in the freezing water, knowing that the next continent out there was Antarctica. And we drove on, visiting Oudtshoorn in the hinterland, Betty´s bay at the coast, Boulders Bay meeting the penguins, and finally we reached Cape Point and Cape of Good Hope. The end of the world. What a view.
What a route, what a trip!