Following my new friend in Gharies' advice, I rode on to Strandfontein. By now it was quite late, I was thirsty, hungry and the wind came up strong. It was very very cold and I realised I must pitch my tent asap. The caravan park in Strandfontein looked nice, but I must still find the office. Two coloured gents directed me 3 times, but I still could not find it. So; I pushed on to Doringbaai and booked into a small flat. After a long hot shower I walked out to the "Vis Spens" for supper. I was really hungry and ready for snoek and white wine. Alas...no wine served at the Spens, but I can go and buy a bottle and bring it with. Which was exactly what I did. By 18:00 I was seated and a double portion of snoek was prepared for me. I was the only customer; except for a very hairy looking Suzuki standing INSIDE the entrance to the pub. Turns out the Spens, the pub and the take-aways are linked and owned by the owner of the bike. Lekker man lekker. I attached the snoek and asked the lady to look away, as it might turn out to be related to Hyenas eating a rooibok. The owner came in and invited me over to the pub when I am done. 2 Glases of wine slipped down with the snoek. In the pub I found Anton (the owner) and his brother in law. We chatted along until 23:00. By then I had no wine left.
