This is a village that used to be on the train line to Durban. The train lines have been covered by mudslides and vegetation. The amazing waves smashing in for a stretch of 30km is the main attraction. During low tide a lot of sand is exposed and the combination of wind and waves are steaming the waterfront. My hostel was elevated at the end of the village with a terrace overlooking the whole spectacle. A kitchen with sea view and the dorm bed just next to the terrace made me feel like living in a penthouse. I met a gay Spanish and South African couple who invited me to there house and took me to some nice bays. (Had to avoid a Spanish move)
I mostly chilled after all the hustle of Cape Town and Stellenbosch and spent some nights sober.
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