Small towns, big hearts
After our initial scare in Molteno on Sunday we drove around the town, even visiting Sterkstroom, on the same night. What was shocking for us is the state of the roads in the two towns themselves, which is worse than the national roads.
No rooms at the inn
This is the third morning of our trip and thus far we’ve travelled in the region of 500 kilometres, through nine towns, and some of the dodgiest roads in the province. I kid you not the amount and size of potholes we drove through – particularly on the R397 en route to our first stop...
There and back
Five days on the road. We travelled well-over a 1000 km and shook hands with dozens of people. To be honest, we can’t wait to get home to ‘’slummies’’. Before heading home, we stopped off in Cradock and had lunch with some of the locals.
Stepping into yesteryear
Arriving in Middleburg you immediately think of Knysna or George – it has that old coastal feel. The town is well-kept and mostly clean. It only has one robot which looks like an old train stop. You get the feeling you’re stepping back into yesteryear. This was confirmed by the unaggressive demeanour of the town...
Meeting Ernie
Over the past two days, we have seen and heard some strange things. On Tuesday we spent the morning chatting to Ernie at his house in Adelaide. Ernie recently became a DA candidate councillor for Ward 1 – he was the local ratepayer chairperson.
Adelaide and on to Bedford
We spent the night at Cavers Country Guest House. Driving through the dusty, brown towns the guest house is an oasis of green roughly 10km from Bedford.
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