Surfing it.

Surfing the most famous surf beach along Africas southern coast, at Jeffreys Bay: Check.
Ok, no wind to speak of, unfortunately, but still: one got to paddle about with the locals out there in the water, bonding with discussions like “how’s it hanging, bro? awesome.” and “gnarly tubes yesterday, mate. yeah..” . And then, all of a sudden, you realize what you did a few days earlier – diving with sharks in quite populated waters just a few hours away from here, with the words coming from the guide at the time “this is the sharks favourite hunting grounds – 3 to 5 meters deep waters, looking towards the surface to see something resembling something eatible. Like a seal. Or a surfboard.”

I’m getting to old for this.

Also, quite appropriate for a place like J-Bay with it’s 5k people, where Billabong World Cup is held every July (the locals roll back with their heads when mentioning it..) this place is also famous for all it’s factory outlets stores for all the major surf brands, Rip Curl, Billabong, Quiksilver, Reef etc.
Good thing for us.
Bad thing for our wallets.

Anyway, we gave it a good effort, and finished off the day on Walskippers, a place our hosts had recommended us as being the “locals favourite cuisine” where dinner was served on the beach, the bonfire rose high in the sky, and JB & Coke was served in rusty metal jugs.
And how about that food.. Enormous portions of perfect lambchops, crocodile steak, kudu beef and ribs, makes you question whether you could ever have Flintastek again.
The place was also a fair bit outside town, but after a long discussion, a questionable map drawn on the back of a liquor store receipt and some innovative driving by Josef (we were strictly instructed to “avoid u-turns at all costs, that will draw attention to you. And you don’t want that..”) we found the place, and it was well worth the struggle.

We like Jeffrey’s. Time to head off for the final S.
Kwandwe Game Reserve, here we come.