Hogsback

Even people who live in small towns like East London experience a desire to get out of the big city and just chill... similar to the desire that brings Vaalies to Slummies in the summer, to play beach bats on Gonubie beach.  Hogsback was our chosen destination, around 200km North-West of home.  Toward PE, only inland...

The last time I was Hogsback, the locals didnt score many cool points.  The first encounter involved a man, a plastic bag of mushrooms, some slurring and a dreamy look in his eyes.  The second was with a man, in tracksuit pants and leather shoes, thats a little narrow minded - sorry, crazy I-don't-own-a-helmet-but-I-rode-a-motorbike-this-morning hair and a slightly leery look in his eye.

However, Hogsback has fully redeemed itself.  Every time someone says they enjoy visiting the place I'm a little confused, and suspicious of their extramural activities.  Someone accurately pointed out that it doesn't feel like you're in South Africa when you're there - which may contribute to my appreciation of the place.  Had it snowed I might not have come home.

We hired a house, Little Dene, no Big Dene insight, neighbour to the Eco-Shrine.  We jammed lots of worship, sang loudly and at times tunefully, braaied and walked in various forests.  Fully recommended winter get away.