So we had officially moved out of our flat and there was no more rent to pay for the next couple of months. Shew. You won’t believe how much there was to do in the weeks before.
Our travelling begins here…
It was the Easter Week, we had hired a car, handed over the keys to our former landlord and headed for the city to stay at a backpacker lodge named “Big Blue” for one night. It is a reasonably good backpacker lodge in the beautiful and classy Green Point with convenience stores and restaurants right around the corner and you can even take a relaxed walk to the V&A Waterfront.
The next morning we packed our gear and got ready to hit the road – but not before Stef’s morning coffee. And while we were waiting for the caffeine to kick in, we met a girl from Indonesia, who immediately had some great ideas for our trip to South East Asia (of course we had told her about our plans). After having got some new inspiration for our travels we headed out of the city and towards the wilderness and days of peace and quietness.
Into the wilderness
We hit the road off to Gecko Creek Wilderness Lodge, which took us about 2-3 hours. Gecko Creek, in the Cederberg Wilderness, is a great place to be. You are away from the hustle and bustle of the city, you can relax and enjoy the comfort of nature all around you, go hiking or even go for an airplane trip for anything between 30 minutes and 2 hours.
We arrived in the afternoon just before the sun set (really the best time to make it there) and were greeted by silence as there were only about a handful other guests at the time. That changed of course and not long after our arrival we got to experience how the Lodge looks when it’s fully booked.
On the last evening of our stay, a large group of people from all over the world arrived and the place was filled with laughter and conversation over meals in the unique dining area. Stef even got some more travel advice for South East Asia while busy cooking in the kitchen.
We left Gecko early the next morning and headed for the airport for my flight to Johannesburg (aka Jozi or Jo’burg). After dealing with a “slight” packing-crisis (which included having to re-pack everything in the middle of a parking lot) we made it to Cape Town International on time. Stef stayed behind so she could say goodbye to her beloved Cape Town “in style” aka doing some more surfing.
Although it was exciting to be seeing my family and friends again, the time was just too short, as we were heading for Germany the following week. Nevertheless, it was a fun-filled and exciting time (you’ll read more about it soon).