The happiest man in Mossel Bay on the right
Taking the route inland through the reserve meant riding back to the coast for the scenic route to Mossel Bay. Unfortunately the gravel Prince Alfred’s Pass south was closed for maintenance, Plan B, we continued in wide a valley on the north side on the mountain range that runs parallel to the coast. Crossing over the mountain range at George was a high pass up into the mist and down the other side. As we dropped out of the cold clouds there was a wonderful winding road down to the coast. We entered Mossel bay late afternoon looking for a camping, Paulina was frozen and didn’t have much to say. We need to get biking pants for her but at least the other tightly wound tape around the cheeks stopped her sore head from the helmet.
Hmmmmmm...Maybe I should return to work one day...
At a set of traffic lights in town I spotted a cheeky driver in a nice old Mercedes pulling up my inside. This was a very cheerful grey haired guy, well for his years and this white South African said “I have a guest house where you can stay for free follow me, I’m also a biker!” Still puzzled and a little shocked how all this happened the lights turned green and he was off, before I could think things through I was following him. We drove to what looked to be the seaside edge of Mossel Bay, a very nice area, me still wandering if I heard him correctly but there was nothing to loose in this little adventure. We stopped outside a lovely guest house with the smiling driver approaching us.
Paulina didn’t know what was going on asking why we had stopped outside this expensive place (English is not her native language and she finds it difficult to understand some people at the best of times, never mind over a noisy bike with helmet on). She was cold, very cold! And she just wanted to be warm again. I explained what happened and she was as confused as me, for free?? De Walt had gone inside after his quick greeting telling us to come inside and have a look. Another young woman showed us two rooms, one with a huge bath got both our votes straight away. We asked the woman that De Walt said the room was for free and if it true still looking confused, replied with a smile “he’s the boss and if said it’s for free well then…” With that I started to fill the huge bath to get Paulina defrosted.
A friendly biker's home on the south coast
With our stuff inside the room and my bike inside his garage we relaxed in the best room I stayed in Africa at Point Village (but maybe not the most expensive compare to Luanda, Angola, where it was a 120USD per night or maybe this place was…?). De Walt was a very happy man, a man simply happy to be alive and he had an energy about him. He said he saw us, saw the foreign number plate and before he knew it he was offering us a place to stay, saying “I can’t help being a nice guy”. Karma, this is what I believe in. Do good deeds and maybe they’ll come back to you, do bad deeds and they’ll come back on you. With the money we saved on a place to stay we went to a nice restaurant by the beach.