Another morning for a beautiful sunrise before our breakfast which was ordered for 7.30 arrived. We talked with Carreen for some time before we headed south towards George and then back up into the mountains to the Ostrich capital of South Africa, Oudtshoorn. We had a very easy day driving stopping off at an African Arts shop that also sold local cheese and of coarse Biltong and dryworst, all of which were purchased, then we came across this country market where we bought some homemade bread to compliment the cheese. They had a DJ playing 60’s & 70’s music interrupted with adds for various stalls. Food was the predominent item on sale with some very well made wood products. It was then onto Knysna renowned for their oysters for obligatory plate of the same. The Oyster Festival had been on earlier in the month and supplies were short, they were presented on a bed of ice and served with salt & pepper bread. Washed down with a nice beverage it was very pleasant. The restaurant was on Thesen Island in the middle of the bay with a causeway over to it with a very high bridge in the middle. It was just like a new waterfront development you would see in the States. After a little drive around the main shopping area we headed south to George and turned right up through a steep pass to the mountains again and onto Oudtshoon. It was a cross between Dubbo & Armidale. Rugby a big part of the town just like most of South Africa. We happened upon a place called the Yotclub which was a Tripadvisor winner this year. A B&B situated down the end of a private lane, on the river which was a bird sanctuary and home to the cape clawless otter. Built in the mid 19th century, it is a traditional Karoo homestead. We had the garden room which overlooked the landscaped gardens and up to the Swartberg Mountains. It was a very pleasant afternoon watching the sun going down helped along with a local bottle of the finest and our cheese and bread from the market. Des, the owner arranged a table by the fire at the restaurant across the road called Nostalgie where we feasted on Ostrich.
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