Ah yes...South Africa...or as the locals say it “Sith Ifrica”. This place was both a ball and a ball-ache for us...but let’s start with the good stuff...
We crossed the border from Namibia pretty early in the day and the first major town we passed through was, appropriately, called Springbok. Here we had another opportunity to make use of the local ‘Pick’n’Pay’ supermarket for stocking up on snacks and for cook group to get what they needed for that night.
A funny incident happened either on the way into here or on the way out: there was a police checkpoint in a lay-by that must have had at least half a dozen police vehicles in it (ranging from patrol cars to vans). There were maybe twice as many police and a couple of them had dogs with them too. All was good and they asked the usual questions to Norm and checked his papers. I’m not really sure what happened next but from what we heard, the main police guy said something like “do you have any drugs with you?” Norm must have misheard or misunderstood the question because he answered “Oh yeah. Just a couple.” Fortunately, the miscommunication was reciprocated by the police officer who smiled, nodded and sent us on our way. Only in Africa!
After Springbok we reached a place called Lambert’s Bay where we stayed for two nights (Saturday 7th August and Sunday 8th). It was a cool spot – literally and metaphorically, in that we froze our backsides off in 4°C temperatures but at least got to watch whales (Southern Right, i think) come into the bay at dusk. We spent our time here just exploring the quaint wee fishing town, eating at the local fish restaurants and, lest we forget, we spent one sunny afternoon doing a truck clean. One night, Homeless and Kim’s mate Keith came and joined us as he’d been in a surfing competition nearby. You could see how happy these guys were to see each other and catch up – each exchanging stories from their last 5 months apart. On one of the nights, The Fam cooked us up a veritable feast of soup followed by mac and cheese followed by rice pudding. Meanwhile, Berbs joined Keith, Kim and Homeless at a house party with the rest of the surfing fraternity and the next day he was paying the price for polishing off his banana liqueur (purchased in Namibia).
From Lambert’s Bay we drove down to Stellenbosch (a region famous for its wines and cheeses) and we’d heard so much about the legendary wine and cheese tasting sessions (frequented by most overlanders en route) on our way down the west coast. As we pulled up outside ‘The Stumble Inn’ hostel everybody was geared up for decent day of wine-tasting (read: drinking-related debauchery) as a kind of final outing for all the passengers before some went their own way upon reaching Cape Town. But...
For Lara and I, this was not the case.
Way back at the start of the year, before even leaving for the trip, we both had relatively new passports (each with at least 20 clear pages in them). As part of getting sorted for the trip, we noticed that the African Trails website recommended that all passengers on the Ultimate Trans trip had 25 clear pages in their passports. “No problem” we thought “we’ll just get some new 25 page passports done” (at a cost of about 80quid from recollection).
Flash forward a few months, and Lara and I are walking back from immigration on the DRC/Angola border thumbing through our passports and thinking “oh sh1t!”. Having started the trip with purpose-bought brand new 25 page passports, we were already down to about two or three clear pages left; we’d be lucky to make it to South Africa let alone all the back up the east coast to Istanbul.
As you’ve read, we did make it as far as South Africa, but just about and with only the upcoming week stopover in Cape Town to sort out new British passports.
So, rather than hang around and enjoy ourselves with the other guys in Stelly (Stellenbosch) like we had been so excited about doing, we chose to optimise our chances of a swift new passport turnaround by just bombing straight down to CT by train from Stelly. This was on Monday 9th August and the truck was due to join us again in CT on Wednesday 11th August with a view to leave with a whole bunch of new passengers (plus most of the original ones) on Wednesday 18th August. In short, we had little over a week to get two new British passports turned around...
Wishful.
Stinking.
The train journey down was pretty unremarkable with the scratched plastic windows leaving us to gaze moronically at other passengers gazing moronically back at us along the two inward facing benches that ran the length of the train. We arrived in CT late in the afternoon and the setting sun was already reflecting off the town-facing side of Table Mountain.
In bitter mood, we got a taxi straight to Ashanti Lodge (where the others were due to be joining us in a couple of days) and treated ourselves to one of their en suite guesthouse rooms (as opposed to a dorm bed). Early the next day (Tuesday 10th August) we went straight to the British Consulate on Riebeck Street, where the woman behind the desk was as helpful as she possibly could be giving us new passport forms but at the same time dropping the bomb that we couldn’t get new passports in Cape Town...only in Pretoria.
F*ck-a-doodle-do.
(We kind of expected as much as Lara’s younger sister had only recently been mugged in SA and had to go through similar rigmarole to get her passport back.) Additionally, we couldn’t complete the forms and send them off that day as we needed a counter-signatory (from somebody – preferably a non-related professional - who had known us for a number of years) as proof that we are who we say we are. Again, we expected something along those lines and had briefed in Neal (co-passenger and Professor of Astronomy in an American university) about how he had met my dad on holiday in Vegas five years ago, that they’d kept in contact and that he’d recommended Lara and I join him on this trip. How’s that for proof of character?
All the same, we still had to wait til the next day (when the other passengers were due at Ashanti) for Neal to sign the passport forms and photos for us. As soon as they arrived, I stuck our forms under Neal’s nose, got everything signed and ran to the nearest post office to arrange prepaid courier to-and-from the British Embassy in Pretoria (at a cost of 90GBP for the courier and combined total of about 300GBP for the passports). With everything safely sent off, we could do nothing else to expedite things so just tried to see as much of Cape Town as possible and try to forget about our stresses (for now).
Everybody dispersed during the day and did their own thing with the idea of sticking to a plan we’d made several weeks previously of going out for food together. The evening came and whatever troops had reconvened went out to a Mexican restaurant called ‘Mexican Kitchen’ which was just off Long Street. The food was great but the atmosphere was somewhat subdued: Lara and I were stressed (as you know), Neal, Karen and Squirt had come to the end of their 5 month trip which had been 7 years in the making (Neal is only allowed that much time off work once every 7 years) and was due to start his two month placement at CT university the next day. Furthermore, not everybody was there...
Over tacos, margaritas and burritos, the guys told us about what we had and hadn’t missed out on in Stelly. The long and the short of it was that they’d had a couple of good nights, but whilst Lara and I weren’t there on the wine-tasting afternoon, neither were Leon, Homeless or Kim: they’d left for CT by car the same day Lara and I did. Leon called it a day there and stayed at home in CT and I think Homeless went back to Stelly in his own car after a quick visit home – in fairness to these guys, they’d got too close to home to not make a premature homecoming. We were told that, without 5 of the 16 passengers there for the wine-tasting, company was thinner on the ground than it could have been.
After dinner, we said goodbye to The Fam (Neal, Karen and Squirt) as they drove to their rented home outside of town. The rest of us walked back to Ashanti where Kay, Berbs, Sonya, Yoichi, Lara and I slept in a dorm together (Lara and I had checked out of our en suite room that morning).
Early on Thursday morning (12th Aug), Lara, Sonya and I did something we thought we’d never do...
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