Knysna, the Cango Caves and a lot of ostriches
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After another great night sleep we get up quickened at 6.45 am and everybody is on the bus at 8.30. Today we go to the ostrich capital of the world: Oudtshoorn. During this 210 kilometre trip, we drive through an alternating landscape. From shoreline to mountain pass. I love this country! We are only a few minutes underway when we cross the bridge where one of the highest bungee jump in the world can be made, 216 metres! I had read this in our travel guide and discussed it with my girlfriend, but she wasn’t happy with the idea of me hurling myself off a bridge with just a rubber band to save me from becoming a human pancake. As the bridge disappears behind us I feel that if I would ever make a bungee jump, it would have been this one.
We stop in Knysna at 9.
Our next stop is what I am looking forward to, the Cango Caves. The caves are situated 20 kilometres north of Oudtshoorn, exactly the direction we are not coming from. The entrance of the caves is behind a very nice restaurant, it has several stories and from the upper one the view is not bad at all. We order a salad with grilled pieces of ostrich, which tastes superb. I didn’t really feel like having a hot meal, since the outside temperature in this area is 42 degrees centigrade in the shade at the moment.
It’s been 3 o’clock already when we leave Cango and head for an ostrich farm.
At the farm the tour starts with an introduction, the history of ostrich farms in general and the rise and fall of the trade in ostrich feathers are explained to us. Also we get to feel the feathers, skin and eggs of the ostrich. Then we move on to the conservatories, where at this very moment eggs are hatching. Who wants to, gets to hold an ostrich chick. Outside there are many adult ostriches and one of them kisses you on the lips when you hold some feed between them. When you’re not heavier than 80 kg you can ride an ostrich if you want. That rules me out, but Trudy gets the ride of a lifetime. With Trudy on its back, the bird dashes off like its life depends on it. Laughter all around of course, and when Trudy sees back the clip of her ride later on she can’t keep a straight face either.
From here it’s not far to the Kleinplaas Lodge, where we share an apartment with Anke and Jos. We put our bags inside, put on our bathing suits and go for a refreshing swim in the pool that, at this time of day, lies in the shadow of some trees, so we don’t have to worry about sunburn too much. Trudy and Jos are trying to pull each other under the water, Anke and I stay calm and watch the “children” play.
At 6.45 pm we leave for Buffel’s Drift, a fairly new and very beautiful restaurant on a superb spot near a waterhole, on some distance from other buildings and with the Swartberge (Black Mountains) in the background.
It’s nine when Gert comes to tell Johan that we cannot go back to the bus, because there are two rhinoes on the parking-lot. Some dash off immediately, ignoring Johan’s warnings to keep enough distance not to disturb the animals and make them mad. I stay back some more and watch the scene from a distance. Around ten the tanks on legs have left and we can go back to the lodge and prepare for bed.