A Sunday, A Funday And Steak ๐Ÿ˜

Sunday March 19th –


Church in South Africa.
I forget Mike has been to South Africa two other times already, so most of the experiences are not new ones for him.

But as I expected, the song service had a little more sway and a higher volume level then our usual service๐Ÿ˜‰
But it was enjoyed and installed a little wishfulness for that kind of singing everywhere.
Though we know, however unfortunate, we white folks aren’t so talented in the area of pretty, rhythmic noise making ๐Ÿ˜‹

The service was enjoyed and the following lunch back at the flat.

Everyone stuffing themselves accordingly with chicken sandwiches made on Portuguese rolls before retreating to rooms for afternoon naps.

Our hosts knew how to ‘Sunday’ well ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป

We returned to church for the evening service and tried our best to wake up fully before arriving.
The heat mixed with an interrupted nap made everyone feel a little groggy.

After hearing a continuation of that morning’s service, we returned and spent the remainder of the evening together in the living room.
Enjoying coffee and tea, talking, making plans for the next day as well as for our upcoming road trip.




Monday March 20th –

The temperature? +38. The plan? Beach.
Is there really any other plan that should be made besides a beach day in that kind of weather?
I doubt it ๐Ÿ˜

When I said I could better imagine -40 then +40, it was an interesting realization.
With 80 degrees of difference between the two and how a person can be so unaware of one or the other depending where you grow up.

We were driven to Pringle Bay beach and after passing through towns, lush hillsides and some hillsides freshly wiped free of vegetation by fire, we drove down a short dirt road, passing some baboons before parking and then walking up past a row of shrubs and voila, white sand dunes, beach and a sheltered bit of the ocean, framed in by outcroppings of rocks.

Past mounds of monstrous sized seaweed we walked, holding our breath as their stench wafted up to meet us and releasing once passed, so the fresh salty air could once again fill our lungs and make you feel only as beach and ocean can.

My utmost task to take care of? Filling the shell bag.
Firstly by walking along the beach, secondly by going out onto the rocks with Mike and scouring between the many cracks and crevasses, not knowing which would hold treasures, or which would hold terrors of the water ๐Ÿ˜œ
Sharp rocks on slanting angles made the wandering interesting, that, plus not wanting to step on slimy seaweed strewn about or the innumerable baby shells and their occupants.

Some of shells we picked up had little baby starfish resting on them ๐Ÿ˜Š

We spotted some baboons coming down the beach, so we went in from the rocks, ready to grab our bags should they come to close but they never did, as they weren’t as used to people as the ones we’d seen our first time/beach.

Baboon tracks pictured above, looking much like creepy little kid footprints in my opinion ๐Ÿ˜œ

After de-shelling that area enough, we walked back along the beach to a part with better water for their daughter to swim in.
The guys chatted, I laid in the sun, Jolien searched for shells and sat a bit with me and then I had a sand castle to help build ๐Ÿ˜Ž
It had been awhile since I’d helped in the construction of a sandcastle and I can’t say I disliked it ๐Ÿ˜‹

After snacking a little, we gathered our belongings and drove to the nearby town to get a drink before going back to their flat to freshen up, rid ourselves of sand and prepare for that night’s dinner out.

Before said freshening though, Mike and I took a short walk to some shops for sunscreen and after sun relief ๐Ÿ™ˆ
Michiel sat too long in one place, burning his whole right side.
Forehead, neck, arm and ankle ๐Ÿ˜ฌ
I burnt a bit as well but not as badly as him.

After exchanging beach clothes for a tad dressier dining wear and trying to tame the humidity and salt sprayed tendrils, we drove out for a double date to ‘Hussar Grill’ at Waterstone Village in Somerset west.
A restaurant our hosts highly recommended for a good steak/grill ๐Ÿ˜

We had a table on the outdoor balcony and the weather was perfect for it.
A warm evening with just the right hinting of a breeze.
Grapetisers and appletisers were suggested for our drinks as South Africa is the only place you can get them.
A carbonated grape or apple juice style drink, refreshing but not overly sweet ๐Ÿ˜Š

I decided on fish since it’s not a meal I usually choose and steak isn’t my favourite.
Mike of course got steak ๐Ÿ˜
Lamb chops and another steak were ordered and we all waited as patiently as possible.

I never thought I’d say so, but I wished I would have ordered a steak ๐Ÿ˜ณ
Mikes fillet (which had aged for around 20 days) was soaked in a truffle and rosemary sauce, oozing flavour and not even needing to be chewed it was so tender ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป
(Though chewing is still advisable ๐Ÿ˜œ)

My fish was fine, but nothing to write home about, which is maybe stupid to say as I literally write about it? ๐Ÿ™„
Anyways, the lemon sauce wasn’t nearly flavourful enough and to top off my meal, I got to pull a nice, long, not mine, hair out of my mouth while eating my rice ๐Ÿ˜ฌ

Our waiter was nice, the atmosphere and quality were also good so don’t think just because my fish (which Craig did say I wasn’t allowed to order because it was a grilling restaurant ๐Ÿ˜‹) wasn’t enjoyed that I wouldn’t suggest going there.

Just get steak ๐Ÿ˜‰

After dinner, they kindly drove us to the airport so we could pick up our rental car in preparation for the start of our road tripping the next day.

5 thoughts on “A Sunday, A Funday And Steak ๐Ÿ˜

  1. So almost exactly 2 years ago, Paul, Aaron and I were in South Africa. Waiting to see the rest of your trip blog! We all highly recommend Birds of Eden on the Garden Route! ( and Paul said to tell you Tsitsikama too)

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    • Thanks for the recommendations! I’d seen the Birds of Eden and thought it looked interesting and Mikes dad had mentioned Tsitsikama as well, so we may try to do both ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป

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      • I would have highly recommended Tsitsikama as well, I just thought it was a given. There is a short easy 2 km hike there with 2 suspension bridges that is really nice! Storm Rivers Mouth. The guys went up further to Lookout Point.

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