Going home or could we stay .... indefinitely
I always hate the last day, the day we have to pack up and go home. Firstly because it means it's the end of the holiday and we've got to go back to reality and WORK, and secondly because Sion is normally on a mission to get me out of bed and pack up. Oddly enough, this morning was a little different, Sion took his time, lit the fire to use the last bag of braaiwood for our breakfast and I got to enjoy the last bit of birding watching 3 different species of kingfishers live their lives on the river's edge, Knysna Turacos flashing their brilliant reds as they fly through the forest canopy, even the Knysna woodpecker put on a show... and let's not forget the Egyptian Geese claiming their territory.
All too soon it was past 10am and time to leave this little patch of tranquility. Crazy strong winds by the time we got to George. We made a quick stop at the Skeerhok farmstall and Hooikraal butchery again to make repeat purchases for all the yummy food we'd had on a our trip and couldn't get enough of.
As we got closer to Worcester we realised that those strong winds were just the sign of the storm raging through the Cape. Du Toit's Kloof was interesting to say the least, fortunately the roads department made use of their electronic signboards to warn of flooding, and then there were plenty of traffic officers and flashing lights to slow everyone down... we still couldn't understand why the river "below" in the valley would warrant a warning for motorists until we saw the powerful river flowing down the mountainside ACROSS the dual roads of the N1 and then into the "little" river raging through the valley. An incredible sight to behold and reminder of just how powerful nature truly is.
