Paradise Found at Bulungula

So we hit a highlight in South Africa. It is called Bulungula and it is literally out in the middle of nowhere (aka the Transkei, aka the Wild Coast). After leaving Cintsa and looking for more Africa, not California Africa, we found our way to a small remote Xhosa village on the edge of the world. It took us a couple different shuttles on terrible dirt roads, with cows and goats and kids randomly chillin' in the middle of the road, but as we were pulling in with the most amazing sunset and the beach waves rolling in, we knew the trip was worth it. We got our own round hut on the first night and the door opened to the most beautiful beach with the sounds filtering in all night. We did wake in the morning however to find a few cows grazing just outside of our door.
These Xhosa villages are spread out along the rolling green hills with a few round huts clustered here and there as far as the eye can see. It is amazing the slow simplicity of the people's lives here. The community where we stayed is very poor and very remote.

The Bulungula hostel that we came to is an amazing free trade hostel that was built and half run by a guy named Dave and the other half is owned by the village. He traveled the world to find the perfect spot for his backpacker and ended up finding it in his own country. The hostel has a great feeling and you can't always tell who is a guest, who is working and who the village people are. The villagers are always there, talking and laughing with the guests. There are also quite a few that have found jobs working at the hostel. All of the tours that the hostel provides are actually community run businessess that were started to provide tours to travelers that come to the lodge. If they have a skill, they can set up a tour for the travelers to try out. The hostel is always trying to improve the life of the villagers and increase their skills and education. It has created jobs for over 33 families and right now they are trying to build a new mud school to replace the one that collapsed for the 200+ kids that would come from around the village to learn. What a great thing.

One of the tours we decided to do was canoeing up the Xhora river. The day was beautifully sunny (weird!) complete with flying fish (at times flying into the canoes), a cold shower under a waterfall and sore, sore arms that didn't function so well toward the end of the river tour (when the wind started blowing hard, in the wrong direction). The local guide didn't speak a whole lot of english, but was a supreme paddeler for the lazy girl in the front. It is amazing how many jobs this hostel has created for this small village and how it makes the visitor and the villager interact. It is wonderful here and will definately be one of our fondest memories of South Africa.

Cintsa, and the Disparity of Young vs.Old

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).

Natures Valley and Surf

We finally got a few days of sunshine, so we have been trying to take full advantage of the soakfree days. We stayed a few days in a very beautiful spot called Natures Valley. The hostel 'Wild tongue" was located far away from any town in the Tsitsakamma National Park. The views from our room were absolutely beautiful and even though it was too chilly to take a dip in their pool, we did get a nice hike to a waterfall with the lovely guide Cinnamon (see picture, reminded us of an old friend). The hostel had quite a bit of water damage from all of the rain, but they were lucky as some of the other hostels in the valley had to shut down for all of December (their high season) due to flooding. The only food around the hostel was a small family farm just a short walk which sold fresh bread, cheese and veggies.

Since I am definately too big of a wuss to do the worlds highest bungy jump off of the bridge in this area, we decided on a 2 hour zip line adventure instead. We zipped across waterfalls and cliffs and although it wasn't the biggest adrenaline rush we were expecting, it was a nice way to spend the day. Natures Valley (although short) was great and a peaceful escape from the busier beach towns that are all geared up for the hight of the Christmas season. After leaving this remote (and slightly snakey) place we made it to the small surfing town of Jeffreys Bay. Very cute place with, I guess, world class surfing. Jared and I commited to a surfing lesson (hey, when in Rome...) and it turns out Jared is quite the surfer (who new). I myself wasn't as graceful on the board but did happen to get up a few times in the hour that we were out there. We had such a blast, I think we may be revisiting this surfing thing again before we leave the coast. That night we watched a school of dolphins playing just off the beach behind our hostel. Amazing!

The clouds are rolling in now, but hopfully as we move up to "the Sunshine Coast" tomorrow, we will get some more sunny days where we can fully enjoy this amazing country. Oh yeah, did I mention that this country has the coolest money ever...

Traveling the Cape, Trying to Stay Dry

Were you all wondering what has happend to us? We feel like we've been neglecting the blog, but not a lot has been going on. We are moving along the coast now and I think the rain has finally decided to outrace us. We have spent the last few days in a small town called Wilderness. The hostel we stayed at was pretty remote and about 6 km away from the beach. There was a national park right next door with hiking trails, waterfalls, a river to canoe....but, since the heavy rains everything has been flooded. Clean up crews were hard at work trying to remove the evidence of the carnage, the national park was closed, and supposedly the snakes were out in full force (luckily we didn't see any though).

We are kicking ourselves for not renting a car here. Instead we booked a hop-on hop-off bus that picks up and drops off directly at hostels all along the coast. Unfortunately, their schedule is creating havoc with our schedule so it sounds like we'll get a few extra days in Johannesberg. Most unfortunate. We are also prisoners in some of the more remote destinations where it seems a car is the only way its possible to get anywhere interesting. Public transportation here is not reliable, and most people tell us it's not that safe either (taxis included), so we're at the mercy of infrequent bus service. Good livin'.

We did get a nice day in S. Africa wine country at a place called Stellenbosch. It was a good change from Cape Town, but of course the place had the snobbery associated with any fancy wine destination--think Napa Valley. Like the hard core bikers we are, we pedaled about 22 kilometers to get a good taste of the region--and also because we didn't have a car, making it our only option.

We also took a Township tour, which was an interesting experience. It's easy to forget that you're in Africa with so many wealthy white people everywhere, but just beyond the million-dollar homes and fancy streets catering to tourists and businesspeople you can see the way of life that most residents of the country live. The tour itself takes you to the heart of these areas for a first-hand look at the bleak living conditions. Shanon and I were the only two people on the tour (along with the driver/guide of course) and it was slightly intimidating, but we were definately safe. I can tell you more about it another time...but just know that it is a real eye opener to see something like this first-hand. We felt weird taking pictures so we don't really have any visuals for you, but just know it is incredibly bleak for so many people who just eek out enough to survive in the poorest of conditions. It reminded us to be grateful for how good we have it back home.


Hopefully we'll have more adventures to report on soon. Internet (and everything else) is expensive down here so we're trying to be extra frugal. We've spotted Santa a few times so we're hoping we to get a chance to sit on his lap sometime in the next few weeks. Happy Holidays to everyone! We miss you all a little more this month.

This is Africa, Right?

Well, we didn't think that the meaning behind calling Afica, 'The Dark Continent', had anything to do with rain clouds--although after our first few days here we weren't so sure. After taking a few days to recover from jetlag the storms settled in, and it rained hard for about 24 hours straight...but not a warm tropical rain, it was cold. Hence, the raincoats and layers we'd been wearing everyday for the last two months had to stay on. The storms have been so bad all over the country that sections of the famous N2 highway (aka the Garden Route) that runs along the coast have been completely washed out. This is Africa, right? Ask the locals and they will tell you its global warming, and that storms like this are more rare than the Black Rhino. We'll keep you posted on our progress when we get out of Cape Town and hope that the highway re-opens, since that's the route that most travelers take.

Since those first few dark and stormy days the weather has now cleared and we've been exploring some of the city--sections of which feel like Malibu, California. There are a lot of people here who come and never leave, or who have been here before and are now back looking for work and permanent housing. This place is great, but I think we still like home. Hopefully we'll be moving on this week and should have more interesting things to show you. For the past few days we've been relaxing alot and bumming around town (almost feeling like a normal vacation).

Oh yeah, Happy Thanksgiving to you all. We missed the comforts of home dearly, and although we tried our hardest to find a place in town that would serve us turkey and mashed potatoes, all we would find was Waterbuk or Crocodile. Instead we landed at the closest thing to American food that we could find...the photo below says it all. Not surprised are you?

A Tribute to South America

We landed in Cape Town, South Africa yesterday (wow), but more on that later.

We decided a tribute to the great 2.5 months in South America was necessary to sum it all up. So here we have it, the top 10 and worst 10 moments of our trip so far (not in any particular order):


Best 10:
1. Second night camping in the W, Torres del Paine, NP. The amazing scenary, breathtaking sunset and great music from the Ipod (Ok so maybe the whole trek should be listed).
2. Car day in Villa Angostura, Argentina.
3. Of course, Macchu Picchu.
4. Bike ride in Valley de la Luna and/or town San Pedro de Atacama in general.
5. First/Second day of the Salkantay Trek on our way to Macchu Picchu.
6. Wandering the open air museum in Valparaso, Chile.
7. Market day in El Bolson, Argentina.
8. Salt Flats (Solar de Uyuni) tour in Bolivia.
9. Second morning on the Navimag Ferry (of couse, with a broken camera).
10. First half of the Bocca Juniors soccer game.

Worst 10:
1. The heartbreaking days stuck in the La Paz airport.
2. Typical Quechuan music (same 4 songs) blasting from the only speaker in the whole bus right above our heads for 8 hours on the bus from Puno (Peru) to Copacabana (Bolivia).
3. Lima.
4. Worst hostel ever in Buenos Aires (3 long nights).
5. Biting flys in Santa Teresa (3rd night of the Salkentay trek).
6. Oregano.
7. Raining spit and other things at the Bocca Juniors soccer game (2nd half).
8. Strange queso smell on all Peruvian and Bolivian buses.
9. Every morning at about 4:00 a.m. on bus street.
10. Every morning at about 4:00 a.m. in all small peruvian & bolivian towns (aka damn roosters).

¡Viva, Viva La Boca!

To go to South America and not go to a soccer game would be nothing short of foolish. Upon arriving in Buenos Aires we immediately did the foolish thing and booked tickets for a Sunday game through our terrifying, and disgusting budget hostel. Although we had been saying all along that we would not do a tour to a soccer game...that we were completely capable of doing it ouselves...we did in fact end up in the so called tour, which included the general admission tickets (standing room only), transfer to the stadium, and pizza & drinks. In hindsight, we now realize that we could have easily made it to the stadium on our own, had the best dinner the city had to offer and sat right along the sideline for less than we paid for the 'tour'. Classic. Had we done it on our own though we wouldn´t have this interesting experience to talk about.

La Boca is the neighborhood, the Juniors are the team, and as we approached the stadium you could feel the energy. Inside was a madhouse and the stadium was packed. The fans have five or six songs that they all sing together with incredible timing at various times during the game, and the crowd is never still--always moving, jumping and swaying in a sea of navy blue and bright yellow.

The tickets that came with our package were behind one of the goals, and behind a massive fence topped with barbed-wire, and on the other side were several police officers in riot gear...helmets with face shields, vests, clubs in hand. Serious stuff. At the end of the first half it was 2-0 for the home team, and that´s when I felt something wet hit the side of my face. I looked up at the blue sky...hmmm mysterious. Then the strange precipitation got more and more frequent, and when it hit peoples shirt is was white and foamy. No, not snow and not rain, but a more unpleasant kind of precipitation coming from fans of the visiting team in the stands above. Spit....lots of it, too. In fact, it started to come down at halftime and it didn´t end until the game was over. The Boca fans turned towards the visitors, yelling what sounded like horrible things in Spanish while shaking their fists. Then they would turn back to the game, laughing, and continuing to enjoy the action on the field. A guy a row in front of us turned and with a smile said, ´´Souvenirs.´´

Spit, as disgusting as it is coming from another persons mouth, won´t do you any physical harm. That´s when other debris started to hit the stands around us. Where they got this stuff I have no idea, but it started with small rocks. Some of them drawing blood on the heads of spectators. In fear everyone pushesback up under the stands to seek shelter. Then a big rock comes down and hits an area (cleared out because of the spit) with a loud crash. The disgust and partial amusement turns into concern as a piece of the stands makes its way down. This is enough to mae the locals yell at the police officers who are standing there, seemingly unamused with the chaos behind them. Now down by four goals the visitors do the unthinkable and throw over a 30kg bag of what appeared to be concrete mix. Again, it hit the spot that everyone had moved away from, but it sounded like a bomb when it landed on our level.
To the left is Shanon covering herself from the 'rain', in Jared´'s jacket, of course.

There was never any anger from the local fans...it just seemed to be another game, and another victory for the Juniors. Why they put the fans of the visiting team above the home crowd is a mystery--especially if these antics occur at every game.

This is South American futbol, and it was everything I expected, with some terrifying and disgusting additions. I guess all´s well that ends well.