Woken by the weaver birds in the tree across the road, we lay in a while from their 6am alarm song until 7. The morning air was nippy but nothing like we’d experienced in week one, so packing progressed at a tidy pace and we were ready to leave before 9am.
Backtracking to the R72, Kevin dropped the bikes … and us, of course … at the Cannon Rocks turn-off (where we left off yesterday). I’m sure we got quite a few fascinated looks from the locals as we joined hands for the morning prayer before getting on the bikes. We were both going to ride the 30-odd kilometres into Port Alfred … no relay today!
The conditions were again perfect for cycling, and the way beautiful, but we couldn’t do much looking around … The road was still shoulder-less (so to speak) and the traffic began to pick up. We simply had to keep our eye on the road, crank the pedals as fast as we could, and pray all the way … the people in the Eastern Cape can drive rather recklessly, we discovered.
Hitting some roadworks as we entered Port Alfred, there was no place to stop and load the bikes so there was nothing for it but to keep going down the steep hill into town. Not having a clue where the campsite we were to stay at was, I kept going … into town. Taking the first side street I figured we’d be able to get out of the fray to load the bikes and consult the GPS. Alas, the side street seemed as busy as the main road and when I tried to stop (going off where there were two open parking bays, one behind the other), an old couple in a Mercedes Benz just pulled in behind me, cutting Kevin and the bakkie off completely. This cost us walk the bikes further down the road to a spot over the way where the bakkie could just squeeze in … but we had to hurry since we were parked facing the oncoming traffic and if the cops had happened by, we would’ve got a fine.
With the bikes safely on the back and us in the vehicle, we could settle down to program the GPS with the Medolino Campsite. Taking us back to the main road, the highly British voice of the GPS lady directed us up another steep hill in the direction of the beach. Driving down the other side, the campsite was hidden away in the valley … and what a hidden gem it is.
We were welcomed with open arms by Anita Victor. What can I say … words cannot express our gratitude, your kindness and generosity is very much appreciated. Hearing of our cause, this wonderful lady generously hosted us for the evening and even went as far as to organize an interview with the local paper. Now Port Alfred and surrounds will also know of our cause.