




So after a few flat days in J Bay, we got happy feet again. Our next destination: the Transkei, the ancient African homeland --- home of empty white sand beaches, empty lineups, feeding frenzies, sharks, sangomas (witch doctors), ancient secrets, old spirits, and bright song. Our first stop was in Cintsa, a small beach town outside of Oos London (East London).
1 comment:
kit - those legs of yours dangling off the canoe look real girly
you might have to start surfing "moffie rights"
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