First and foremost, apologies for our lack of updates. About a week and a half ago we entered a new region of the country where life is not as well connected to the outside world as it was in Cape Town and some of the cities along the Western Cape. In fact, we have been in a very different world--an area called the Transkei (also known as the Wild Coast), home of Nelson Mandela, the Xhosa people, hundreds of miles of completely unspoiled coast line and a very different way of life than what we had seen so far.
Our first stop was at a place called Cintsa, which has a legendary backpackers (hostel) situated up on a hill and minutes from a pristine beach where the surf never stops pounding the coast. It was here that we realized (again) that we are a lot different than the 20-something crowd of backpackers who we often make company with. While they come for the party, we come for the solitude, while they socialize and make friends, we tend to hide out and do our own thing--at this place in particular, we felt like the married old farts. But enough about that.
Mother Nature must be keeping tabs on the blog, and maybe she read my last post about the weather improving, because as soon as we arrived at this backpackers paradise (it really was cool despite us feeling old) it started to pour. Luckily for us the beach is eerily beautiful when it's shrouded in clouds and sea-mist, however, not great for sunbathing and working on our thin Ozone-intensified suntans. The grounds of the hostel had a pool, along with a common area that looked out over the coast--there were also monkeys (baboons? Never found out for sure) loitering about, brilliant pink flowers in bloom that Shanon kept saying, 'smelled like Hawaii,' and a load of free activities--although most required favorable weather. All in all it was a great place to spend a few days, despite the rain. And we even made a few friends....but they are the ones who initiated conversation with us (they were old, too).
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