South Africa’s prettiest portal, a place called George


George mountain peak in the Distance 

 O George this is the portal to the Garden Route, and not only is it the portal to this beautiful area but it must be the prettiest one in South Africa. When flying into George it’s normally with a wide sweep and you need to hold yourself back not to stay glued to the window. I guess if airline carriers had balconies you could hang over to get a better look; this would definitely be the place to do it. It is the portal of oceans, mountains, forest, farmlands and Karoo with fynbos synergies and a mumble jumble of smells on these salty air covered scrubs. Unspoilt by the human touch and with miles of natural land and beaches that you can visit without bumping into another soul, it all adds to the endless beauty that the area has to offer, however , do not be to misled, George is not without the infrastructure of modern man. But we are not here to shop; we are here to venture into the unmistakable allurement of this region. So let’s take a closer look at what it has to offer. Wearing a pair of slip slops and throwing some comfortable walking shoes into a backpack we head out to the seaside, the countryside and the back roads of George.

The Kaaiman’s Bridge 

Our first stop is Wilderness’ famous outlook called Dolphin Point, it overlooks the Kaaiman’s River Mouth and the rusty remembrance of the Kaaiman’s train bridge that has piggybacked many tourists along this old scenic track. The dark waters of the Kaaiman’s and the ocean blues meet here at the base of its foundations, along with pods of dolphins and a few paragliders that hang over the point during the summer season, you only can imagine what it must be like to see this sight for the first time. A definite must see, it’s like an introduction to the George area.

The “Map of Africa”

We then wandered into the village of Wilderness and took the picturesque drive to the viewpoint called Map of Africa; it is here that you can see how the Kaaiman’s has cut its way through rock and stone to shape the point of Africa, it’s like the river knew that we will one day be looking down on her from above.  It’s lush and green with natural forest and you can hear the birds sounds echoing from lower down while watching the dark river winds its way around the loving curves of this African shape. 

The Breeze

After taking in all that beauty we meander our way back to the small Wilderness village and soothe our thirst with an ice cold drink and some dinner at a local restaurant called Cocomo and this while listening to the strumming sounds of a guy and a guitar 

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We end our day at Surfari, a hostel type of accommodation, elevated over Victoria Bay, also known in the surfer’s community as Vic Bay. First, you think “hostel” but don’t be fooled, this little place with it’s a clean edged finishes, retro decor, and crisp white linen puts it into a category of its own, maybe something like a 5-star backpackers. A very cool place indeed and with a fabulous view and throw in a room with a huge comfortable double bed, en-suite bathroom and it’s just what one needs when travelling to adventure paradise. Surfari has a communal kitchen in typical backpacker’s style, with its complimentary coffee and tea, which always comes in handy. But what I love about this place is that you meet other like-minded travellers and chat about your travels or about the swell and the righthand break at Vic Bay. 

Sunrise at Vic Bay 

Early morning and the sun edges its way through my window, I bolt straight up, scramble for some kit to wear, throw it on, dash out the door with camera and phone in hand. A sunrise at Vic Bay is not to be missed. The east facing bay captures this moment  perfectly and upon arrival we found a couple of sleepy surfers are already kitted up and all set to take on the crispy ocean. You cannot describe sunrise to people, you just have to soak it in and watch as the day unfolds into another picture display of colour. I understand why people love this place so much, it’s a personal feel, almost like a community of surf babes and dudes, of ALL ages, then throw in a couple of fisherman with tall tales, as few holiday makers and organise a “braai”. That’s Vic Bay!!

After a hot steamy shower we left Vic Bay and head out for the day.  Our next stop is the Hoekwill Country Café for a wholesome breakfast and good coffee. And man, do people in this region know about good coffee! There is a large coffee culture in the Garden Route and it definitely shows; no matter where you stop there is always a fine coffee on offer.

Sitting at this corner cafe relishing every bite of my delicious meal I notice that most people walk, run or cycle here. Although the small parking lot is full of cars, most people arrive on foot, shopping bag in hand, purchasing local produce and chit chatting with each other before continuing with their daily lives. I had to, of course, leave with freshly baked bread under the arm before hitting the 7 Passes Road towards the start of the Outeniqua Hiking Trail that begins at the foothold of this mountain range, in a place called Beervlei.

Heading to the Start of the Outeniqua Hiking Trail 

Beervlei is neatly nestled at the edge of a pine forest and host one of SANParks offices. This is where you leave your vehicle and head up through the pines forest to start of the hike. The trail is a 7 day full on backpacking trip over and around the Outeniqua Mountains, with scenic drop downs into valleys and breathtaking elevated views. Or you can do one or two hour hikes here and just enjoy indigenous forest with trees that are almost a thousand years old and is surrounded by delicate intricate structures of moss, ferns and fungi. -Outeniqua Hiking Trail 

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Once in the forest you are left in wonder as the sunlight filters through the maze of greenery and leaves a magical glow all around. Hiking in the area is a definite do, even a short forest stroll is recommend, it’s just good for the soul.


The Touw River bridge on the 7 passes 

Next we head back to the town of George, and travel along the 7 Passes Road built by Thomas Baine in the late 1800’s, it’s an undersized road but a very scenic drive, and every now and then you stop at one of the pass crossings and admire the bridge building of that time. Watching the dark tannin water flow under these historical bridges, it reminds me that it’s due to the lack of limestone in the area that the water never changes colour here. Yet you can still cup you hand into it the river and drink the sweet coca cola like water.



A countryside view on the 7 passes road 

Barely back in town and we wind ourselves back up the Outeniqua Pass towards the northern slopes of this mountain range, for a stopover at a farm stall called Hop Valley. This little spot is very well-liked by the local community and if a local whispers in your ear about a place you have go to, well you go.


It’s not a typical farm stall, first of all, its smack bang in the middle of hops country, so everything you drink has some form of fermentation and beer aspect to it. I immediately grab a ginger beer, as it appeals to the old fashioned farm girl in me, but there is a variety of other interesting fermented drinks you can try out, among them the famous Khoi “karrie” beer that is made from honey, so pick and choose your favourite flavour as you go along. 

On the other end of the farm stall, tucked in the corner, is a little section where they make pizza. It is here that Bobby and Ria bring forth their slices of delicious oven baked Italian pizza. Order a few and sit under the trees while you sip on a tall locally produced drinks.

We had to drag ourselves away from here as the next stop awaits us, Herold Wines.

Herold Wines selection 

An interesting little wine farm located on the Montagu Pass, where the sunlight caresses the northern slopes of Cradock Peak and the Karoo starts edging its way into the fynbos district. Originally a hops farm it now flourishes as a wine farm after the first vines were rooted here in 1999.  Herold Wine Farm was not without its challenges, namely bush pigs, birds and baboons being the biggest ones and it was a rather lengthy process that eventually brought them into the synergy of nature versus man.


The vines here grow at 650m to 700m above sea level, in the changing seasons of the Outeniqua, making it on of the highest positioned wine farms in South Africa. Herold has a homely warm farm type environment where you can sit and chat away with the darling of the tasting room, Ingrid and take in her knowledge of the wines and the area. Herold Wines also offer a few guest cottages, so if you feel like kicking off your shoes and relaxing in this mountainous environment of the Outeniqua, with numerous hiking paths and bird life, this is definitely the place.

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The Montagu Pass 

After hopping back in the car we decided to wind our way back to George along the historical Montagu Mountain Pass that curves through this area like a large snake, it is a beautiful drive and recommended for the adventurous wanderer that visits the area.


Beer tasting awaits us in George and besides, what’s the point of visiting hops country if you can’t at least have a craft beer made right here in the hops valley region. 

Robertson Craft Brewery is where we have our last stop for some beer tasting. Beer with tones of citrus, banana, and other interesting flavours delight the tastebud. I love beer, and the Robertson Brewery is right up my alley, sipping on the tasters and rolling them around in your mouth until you find one that agrees with your palate. Then, of course, ordering tall ale and having a chat to Kevin Robertson about his beer making and all the craft beers that are popping up in the area. It definitely is such a treat enjoying this simple pleasure of ancient nectar and the philosophy behind it. A good way to end a day ….

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George a place to visit, to step back in time, to enjoy the old fashioned hospitality of people and a place to just breath …


What country life is all about

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​The Red Stones of the Klein Karoo

Every now and then I listen to people talk about interesting things in the area and my curiosity level goes from 0 to flatlining in under 20 sec. If there is anything that intrigues me, it is how things work, where do they come from and why are they here? I can not, for the life of me, just simply except things…

I travelled to the town of Calitzdorp on “Route62” ,looking for the infamous bloom of wild flowers, when I joined the company of friends in town, this is when the conservation came up.

“Have you ever seen the Redstone Hills?” 

“What Redstones Hills?”  Was the reply

“The natural formed arches in this display of rock formations “

Well I always knew the Karoo and Klein Karoo had a fascinating geological system, but what I was about to discover left me in awe..

“Accommodation nesteld between the Red Stone Hills “

I know……I get excited about rocks and landscapes! But for me there is nothing more rewarding than staring over a terrain and even try and conceptualise how it come into existence, what forces of nature were used to edge out every curve, formation and angle to create the vast beauty it brings us today, and even better still, what will it look like in another million years?  

These “Enon Conglomerates”, as they are known, were deposited by high energy, fast flowing rivers, and are found between Calitzdorp and Oudtshoorn, where they form the strikingly red “Redstone Hills” The Little Karoo contains two geological features that give the landscape a special character. This one was formed during the erosion of the African interior following the bulging of the continent during the massive lava outpourings that ended the Karoo sedimentation 180 million years ago, some of the eroded material was trapped in the valleys of the Cape Fold Mountains, especially during the Cretaceous period, about 145 ± 4 to 66 million years ago.

If the information overload is to much, I recommend hopping in your car and roadtriping to the Klein Karoo. 

Once you reach Oudtshoorn, turn onto the R62 and look out for the Kruisfontien road to right, it will only take a short drive before it all unfolds before your eyes…

#travellikealocalza #HowzitSouthAfrica

Red Stone Hills Video 

Bakkie Bokkie of the Klein Karoo 

So I headed out with some of my peeps yesterday to the #kleinkaroo,  also called the GROOT VOËL paradys ,aka Oudtshoorn, for a long cycle back to George. Having an injury I volunteered to be the “Bakkie Bokkie”, which is the back up vehicle on their cycle, but little did they know that my roadtripping skills are phenomenal,  or maybe they do… I think the smile on my face gave it away.  


First Ostrich Boom

Oudtshoorn’s ostrich industry dates back to 1864. After becoming a fashion commodity for European nobility. Feather exports saw a sharp increase from the Cape Colony during the mid 1860’s , which is generally accepted as the launch of the industry in South Africa. Between 1875 and 1880, ostrich prices reached up to £1000 a pair. The value of ostrich feathers, per pound, equaled almost that of diamonds. Such was the worth of the white ostrich feather, that it was dubbed, “white gold “

Regardless,  put me in a car and tell me to head for the hills and a cheesy grin is stuck on this face for at least three days. I just love being out there on the backroads. “

Second Ostrich Boom

A second and bigger boom started after the war. It was during this period that “feather barons”, ostrich farmers who had become rich, built most of Oudtshoorn’s famously opulent “feather palaces”, their houses, most of them on the west bank of the Grobbelaars River. Ostrich feathers were outranked only by gold, diamonds and wool among South African exports before World War I. The market collapsed in 1914, according to The Chicago Tribune, as a result of “the start of World War I, overproduction and the popularity of open-topped cars, which made ostrich-feather hats impractical.” 80% of the ostrich farmers were bankrupted, and the ostriches were set loose or slaughtered for biltong. 

Followed by the historic passes through the Outeniqua hills and if you stand still and listen, you can perhaps catch the clanging of steel tools on rocks. 

Blood,  sweat and tears seeped into the ground of these forgotten dust tracks. Camera in hand I try and capture a few moments in time,  place myself in the footsteps of ghost and wonder what it must have been like back then. 

 One day I might be brave enough to face this unforgiving history on a bicycle too, but for now the comfort of a car is bliss.Thanks to Mark and Amanda Dixon from and Juan Botes and Janine Swart for tagging me along, I loved it.  #HowzitSouthAfrica

A Valley Of Pure Pleasure


Day tripping to the small town of Riebeeck Kasteel and Riebeeck Wes, not so much for its wine but for its extensive history and incredble beauty. The bonus was the warm people that I met.

Riebeek-Kasteel is one of the oldest towns in South Africa, situated at 80 km north-east of Cape Town in The Riebeek Valley together with its sister town Riebeek West


Named so in honour of their commander, Jan van Riebeeck, during 1661 by Pieter Cruythoff leading an inland discovery expedition. On the 3rd February 1661 they ascended a lonely mountain and came upon the fertile vista of the Riebeek Valley.

In the 19th century both Jan Smuts and Daniel Malan were born in the outskirts later both becoming prime ministers of the country.


Having lived in a small town myself for the last couple of years it’s always great to listen to other people’s stories in small towns,  how they got to live there,  why did they leave the city?


And what their life styles are all about now? Then of course you start looking around and you know why, here you can step outside and breath to escape


The first stop is the Tourism information centre where as per normal you get the usual run down of a town. A great start I must say!  Well done Tourism,  what a lovely  girl you have there. 


So I popped into a few shops and spots in town and chatted to the people who live here and make a day to day living in Riebeeck Kasteel. 


A wine dealer called Anton that consults and returns every couple of years, a retired journalist Jacques Pauw and partner Sam Rogers who decide to start a ‘small’  B & B and Restaurant /Bar in a Grand Dame mansion now called the Red Tin Roof. 


A  craft brewer,  Steve Miller who is the head honcho at Garagista and bides his time making happiness in a bottle to share with us, Cheers.


And an Olive Boutique where Susan shared her story and love for olives with us, she processes these ancient fruits into tasty snacks,  mustards and smooth oils all fit  for the palettes of gods, and even has a range of body pampering products.


Exploring some of the historical buildings and places of interst in the area I came across the Royal Hotel who has the longest stoep (veranda) South of the Limpopo and is the oldest and most colonial hotel of the Western Cape.


My favourite place however was the Smuts house. Located on the outskirts of the town of Riebeeck West it show cases the humble begins of Jan Smuts in this tranquil setting among the trees.  A great visionary in his day, Smuts was a well connected man with a broad outlook on life. 


The day came to an end way to soon and I left with the feeling that I need to discover some more…


Take a trip to this fascinating delicious little town and indulge in its riches of culture,  food and beauty. 
Thank you for time Riebeeck Kasteel, you stole a piece of my heart.
The Travel Bug Rose


Whale Things

" A Southern Right whale just having fun"

Whales, we talk about them, we sometimes spot then in the distance. For to many a land lubber, it’s just a huge beast far away on the horizon. Some of us watch them in awe as they play, roll, leap, splash in their many displays and some of us dream to know the beast better. 

Humpback on the move

They are mysterious in their own right, for when they take to the oceans unknown to us, deep into the blue; we can only be left wondering.  Do they sing the same songs, do they respond differently to nature out there or do they stay the same?

But, when they are here and you get the opportunity to see them up close and you watch and learn, it becomes surreal.  These massive knobbly creatures that indulge in play, as if they are merely children and drops in the sea, can leave you giggling while watching.


When they launch their enormous bodies into the air as if ballerinas on their début nights, they come across weightless.  Lifting their tails to wave goodbye in a speed that only a racing driver can understand, only to pop up unexpectedly next to you, baffles the mind I must say. And then they blow and sing sounds that you will never listen to on a radio, but out here on the ocean, it’s the most beautiful thing you’ll ever hear.

Ocean Odyssey

They grunt and growl, deep rumbles, do they want to tell us something?  Sky-hop to take a better look, how curious they are….


The distances they travel to breed, mate, and feed we will never travel in our lifetime and talk about eating politely, plankton, imagine how you must eat to feed that body. They add to the oceans health, part of the delicate balance that we live in. No one taught them how. They just knew. Imagine if we can learn to talk in song, to feed ourselves with only what we need and to not need more. They are huge but not greedy, they are huge and yet graceful… surely we can learn something from them.
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Ocean Odyssey


Flight of the Feathered

Once again I had the pleasure of watching these beautiful graceful rulers of the sky interact with man.

Charlie the Spotted Eagle Owl

Radical Raptors a safe haven for birds that have been ,injured,  imprinted and tossed aside by either nature or man have stolen a special place in my heart , it might be my love for birds or my obsession with flight that draws me to it, but what ever it may be I always find something to be in awe about.

The interaction with these amazing Raptors

The delight on children’s faces when they interact and learn, even adults are left smiling when they experience this educational session with Dennis and with out a doubt, his passion for his Raptors shows in every moment he spends with them.

The power, speed and maneuverability of these birds in action

Thank you once again for letting me steal a moment in time with you and your birds.
Radical Raptors
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I am an Athlete, the heart beat of Adventurer

There is nothing quite so intense than watching athletes in racing mode. You can actually see the cogs working in their heads and the intensity in their eyes. 


Expedition Africa,  an Adventure Race, is currently taking place in Knysna in the Garden Route of South Africa.


I had the privilege of catching glimpse of these men and women at work. This is guts, sweat and tears,  not to mention the calculating,  timing and eating that has to take place while they throw their bodies into the thrash hold of movement and endurance.


The continuous change of environment and challenges while trying to be as tactful as possible in order to win a race.


I can only say it leaves me in awe. 
I wish you all well
“Guts and glory lies within each mans strength to take on the ultimate”


To follow this race go to:
Kinetic Gear – Expedition Africa

Video of Race day 1
Race Day 1 – Expedition Africa

The Plettenberg


I was invited to one of the The Collection by Liz McGrath  on the Garden Route called The Plettenberg  Not being a huge fan of hotels as the natural Traveller in me prefers a back pack and a cabin in the woods,  or something like that. 


At the onset its beautiful,  the decor is exquisite, the clean lines with  a touch of antique and rustic,  shaded in blues and greens that gives you that fresh crisp feel of a summers breeze at the ocean.


The location is just perfect and over looks the Indian Ocean and the Plettenberg Bay Coastal landscape. 

But what made the experience so different was a few little details –


The people,  I call it the “sacred attention”  factor.  The people are warm and friendly, from the receptionist,  to the General manager, to the cleaning lady that I chatted too. They smile and laugh and  it felt like home, a safe and cared for feeling.


The location,  originally an old back packers and house that was converted in to a Boutique hotel.  A very smart move!  The view from here must be the best I have every seen in Plettenberg Bay.  It’s so well integrated into the coastline and offers more than a sea view,  it’s more like an Ocean experience. 


The food,  my favourite subject and pass time.  I love the blend of smells and flavours,  to me food is a form of art and wow,  do they understand this concept,  every item served was just perfect. To round off the aromas we each had a glass of bubbly in hand, what more can I say.


The Plettenberg is a unique blend of luxury,  hospitality and exquisite food with one of the best ocean views I have ever seen, it is definitely the perfect getaway for anyone international or national.


Thank you for inviting me, what an amazing experience. 
PS : I am taking you up on one of those winter special. ..
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A Fallen Flight

It was a day like any other day on the Garden Route…..Actually I lie there are no ordinary days in the Garden Route,  there are flyable days and non flyable days and then maybe some iffie days… I think I can fly days.


I guess Friday was one of them. I walked onto the grass lawn in front of the hotel , stretched my arms out and felt the SW breeze full in my face, perfect  I thought. I trotted back to my car and fetch my packed Paraglider from the boot. The normal prep takes up to 10 min and once the glider was prepped I turned and faced the ocean again,  the wind felt lighter but still good, well I thought to myself if I don’t go up I can land on the beach, or that was the idea at least. I turned back to pull up the glider and it went up with ease, beautiful, I thought. I turned and faced the cliffs edge. Run … and I did.

What I didn’t take into consideration was the ligth air plus the fynbos,  I tried to air walk over it, but no luck, my left foot got stuck and the next thing I was swung to the left, now airborne and approaching a rock section to my left, quiet fast, as it pendulumed me out my left leg hit the side of the rock and immediately I could feel the crunch…. in a split second I knew my leg was broken.


I fell back onto the fynbos that cushioned my fall , thank goodness, and the sensible clothing I was wearing was a bonus. I was now in agony and biting on my teeth as hard as I can, just breath, just breath, just breath…

Slowly my mind composed itself and the practical me kicked in. Ok, cell phone was in a pocket under me.. not good. Did someone see me fall? I check my position and my glider. I slowly unclipped it. Step one. Then a voice called out in a heavy German accent “are you ok?” “No” , I shouted back. “I am not ok. I have broken my leg.”  The next thing I saw a gentleman bashing through the bushes.. Thomas, a tourist,  he saw me fall and braved his way down the hill through the fynbos. He was light hearted and awesome at that particular moment. He raised the alarm and asked his family to call for help. He assisted getting my harness turned so that I could reach my cell phone.


First  call was to my friend Judy, much like an older sister to me, as she always keeps me in check. Next call , Warren from NSRI , next paragliding mates… no answer. Ok done, Thomas the angel brought water and kept me laughing, for how ever long I was lying there, which I suspected was for about an hour.


The next person to arrive on the scene was Rudi,  paramedic specialising in rescue. I had a chuckle when he thanked me for the level of difficulty I created for the rescue….I told him I was glad I could help out, I think. He worked fast and efficient,  the first doses of Morfine went through me like a racing snake, it hardly touch sides and the pain was now pretty unbearable. Yes Rudi, the pain was still a nine.  After stabilising me , checking all the vital signs and feeling a bit more relaxed the fire rescuers arrived. It was time to get me off the side of the cliff and out of my little fynbos nest which I was creating.
The next 10 mins was the most painful I have ever experienced in my life,  they had to straighten me and that ment moving me and my leg to a different position, I screamed like a baby, or maybe howling like  a lone wolf was a better description,  regardless, the blood curling screams were uttering my mouth. I swore to Hylton that if i ever saw him again I’ll strangle him with my own two hands,  but he was very good at ignoring my idle threats and focused at the task at hand.  Judy arrived and I heard her shouting “it’s going to be ok my friend”  tears running down my eyes and smiling at the same time. “Right lets get her on the board”- fear over took me again,  I still tried and joke my way out of this one,  it didn’t work,  next thing I was rolled onto the support board,  I screamed again…

Peter arrived,  a familiar face.  “Hello Pete,  please can I ask you to pack my glider,  etc etc instructions”  well at least my glider was safe.  Thomas has disappeared by now,  I presumed he has gone back up.


“Good”  I thought,  he was getting sunburnt and there was only so much space at the edge of this Cliff..

Ok next step,  getting me and the board in the bag… Bag? Then I heard it,  the rotor blades of a chopper,  I don’t care in how much pain one is in,  if there is flying involved it means happiness in my life.  You’ll be air lifted by helicopter,  yippee… I know it sounds weird but hey,  flying is flying.


Ok,  a little more settled and stable, I was bagged,  straps checked,  safety brief,  execution brief.. Done  and ready.  The most amazing sight a helicopter hovering over you to airlift you..  Click,  tied and up,  up up…
Wow,  a few bumps here and there and there I was,  high in the sky.  Not what I had planned for the day but alas..


A quick movement foward and slowly being lowered onto the lawn in front of the Hotel,  and down.  Hands ,  ropes,  smiling faces,  uniforms,  what a collection of uniforms and faces.


The first emotion besides pain I felt after that was relief,  seeing Judy,   tears started rolling down my face.  I felt safe…  Then I saw more familiar faces,  waving and smiling on my way to the ambulance.
The safety of the ambulance couldn’t get there quick enough,  Rudi diligently checked my vitals and kept me updated.  Eventually we started moving,  slowly taking on one bump at a time.


We arrived at the Hospital’s Emergency Care and new hands and faces took over.  My daughter arrived,  more tears… Before you know it I was introduced to Dr Tim Reardon,  examed and zipped into X Rays. There it was,  a broken femur as suspected. I was on the Operating table at 8pm that evening. Later that night I was wheeled into my hospital room and the night nurses took over and gently made me comfortable.

What an experience,  what incredible people I have met,  I think back to this day and is left in awe. People are actually amazing,  I thank you all from the bottom of my heart, in however small part you played in making my day more comfortable or bearable.  You are all angles in my life and will never be forgotten
Thank you
Rose Bilbrough

Moonlight Meander – a night time wildlife safari in the Garden Route.

Moonlight Meander in Sedgefield
Inter coastal moonlight walks by Mark and Judy Dixon

Garden Route Trail

For many nature lovers a wilderness safari to South Africa would be incomplete without having been on at least one ‘night drive’ when visiting one of the many national parks and nature reserves in the country.

On such an outing, expected sightings can range from Aardvark, Aaardwolf, Porcupine, Honey Badger and Genet to Bush baby and leopard, all established nocturnal species associated with bushveld and thicket habitats.

By contrast, in the Garden Route there is little infrastructure or opportunity for a night drive, and indeed the nocturnal species are evasive and well hidden in the fynbos and Afro-montane Forest habitats making them near impossible to find or see.


Fortunately for wildlife enthusiasts spending time in the Garden Route there is the Moonlight Meander, a guided night walk to explore the rock pools at Gericke’s Point near Sedgefield. Beginning at sunset, guests receive an introductory talk about the intertidal marine life…

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