
Some great radiation stacks (terminology?) in Bloemfontein, our first stop. As it was mostly a place to sleep and the city was empty due to Good Friday, we didn't see much more than the city's skyline.

If I could offer the South African tourism office some advice, it would be to put up
signs for lookout points. We passed so many at 120 km/hr, that it was only after hours that we finally could stop at one instead of look at it in the
rearview. NB That's our trusty
VW Golf. We named her "
Lekgowa", or "white person" in
Setswana. Because we're white. And she's white. Witty, I know.

The small pool-
ette (once again, terminology?) in the courtyard of our second hostel. 1 Cora Terrace in Port Elizabeth exceeded my expectations, with its charming host and architectural splendor.

Our first drive around
Algoa Bay revealed that Port Elizabeth is not just English in name, but in its eerie,
Boggart-inhabited coastline too.

Who doesn't enjoy a smiley, old African? "
If there are dreams about a beautiful South Africa, there are also roads that lead to their goal. Two of these roads could be named Goodness and Forgiveness" - Nelson Mandela


My first glimpses of the Indian Ocean in Port Elizabeth. What you cannot see in the pictures is the 30 km/hr wind blasting those poor souls with sand, as well as the
line fish which became my dinner that night. Needless to say, it was quite mind-boggling that the next stop from PE was Antarctica.
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