I spent most of the day telling my mother what gear she should be in. I was not allowed to drive any of the way on our trip to Knysna because,as she puts it "No, you're not a bad driver, just a fast one."
So what started out as a sulky morning led to a truely enjoyable day on the open road. Though I have travelled this road many times, the focus was always on the destination and I had never really appreciated the journey.
I saw so many beautiful things through the window, Steenbras Dam so still that it mirrored the sky; aloes growing in Albertinia; olive trees in perfect diagonal lines; lush green fields next to dry hay fields; cows in every single colour and fynbos as far as the eye can see.
We stopped at The Blue Crane, a tiny farmhouse outside of Heildelberg. They make the best rusks I have ever tasted as well as being the proud procurers of the ugliest (and scariest) doll collection I have ever seen. There was a Spanish couple at the table next to us trying to order lunch from a bi-lingual menu; they giggled as they picked out the few words the recognised and ordered chicken mayo sandiwiches. I looked down at my 'melktert en koffie' and thought, "God I love this country."
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