We’ve grown up in Cape Town and even though we hardly ever actually go to the beach when we were there, there’s still something about knowing that we could go there if we wanted to. Or going for pizzas and sundowners at the Brass Bell or sushi and cocktails in Camps Bay. Not necessarily actually being on the beach but being able to see the sea. So going inland is great, but it’s heck of a weird being away from the sea. Which meant that when we drove back to the coast it was like greeting an old friend.
Now that I really think about it, if we had headed straight inland I don’t think I would have minded it as much. But I think that this feeling of longing was maybe amplified by the fact that at pretty much every stop we’d been at (before we hit Addo, Riebeek East and Hogsback), we had a full view of the sea every morning. We had waves crashing against rocks or creeping up sandy dunes to lull us off to sleep at night. It became very much part of our adventure.
We try and keep our driving to a minimum if we can. Plus we needed to stock up on supplies. Which meant that heading straight to a small town was a no no. So we thought we’d quickly do one night at Yellowsands in East London before heading to our next stop.
What a total gem. Unfortunately we had booked and paid for our next stop, but we could have stayed at Yellowsands forever. It was absolutely lovely! Right on our doorstep was the most beautiful white sandy beach with both the sea and a river. Honestly just stunning. And the palm trees totally added to the tropical vibes.
Another plus for me was that the ablutions were lovely. They seemed to have been newly renovated. And guys, this is a huge thing for me so I thought I would mention it for you.
Anyway, that evening we didn’t want to unpack because we were only there for one night. Plus we were downright hangry. Food was our absolute top priority. Google maps to the rescue. We followed the directions to the place we’re supposed to go to and it’s most definitely, 100% not a restaurant. So we wing it and find this shopping area nearby. There are about 4 different restaurants. All of them closed. Obviously.
By now hangry had turned to downright terrible. I’m pretty sure we killed a few people just by the vibes we were putting out. We were flipping miserable and it was coming off us in waves.
So we ended up in a smokey old bar. Literally the only place that we could find that was serving food. Not a place I would ever usually have taken our children but like, desperate times call for desperate measures and all that. They had their first full on bar experience, but the food was pretty decent and surprisingly, so was the coffee!
We left on what seems to be the cloudiest day ever. But I couldn’t resist taking a quick snap of the van going like a demon on the hills and still treating us so well.
So technically this is not actually the wild coast, but it did feel like it was the start of it. The roads got slightly worse but the coastline is totally what it was hyped up to be. Absolutely stunning.
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Cindy, I love your blog posts and instagram daily catch ups. This trip with your family is so inspiring to me, and I love living the life on the road vicariously through you. I don’t always make time to comment here, but I will try harder because I read every post! Thank you!
Ah thank you! I appreciate you taking the time to read these old posts. I really do!!