Darkness on the Edge of Town (South Africa)

As much as South Africa’s first world charms are quite pleasant and appealing, especially when compared to much of East and North Africa, there are still some disturbing distinctions from the first world.  Adjacent to every city and town is a shanty, proportionally smaller but still of a considerably size – an overhang from Apartheid.  We visited one of the most significant on the outskirts of Capetown (called Langa) as part of an organized tour.  Residents invited us into their very humble homes and highlighted the various recent building improvements (continuous electricity, running water and indoor plumbing), and even sections of newly constructed social housing to replace what must be embarrassing to the national authorities (things did accelerate somewhat as a result of the World Cup).

Despite the squalor, the neighbourhoods have a vibrant social scene with many churches, clubs and makeshift play areas.  Stalls and garage sale like tables surrounded our route with offerings of local crafts, much of it made from refuse metal, cardboard and other scrap material.  At every turn, the faces of the smiling children abound, belying their circumstances.  This scene is repeated throughout the country – albeit on a less commercial scale than in the major cities.

Despite the spectacular road and tourism infrastructure, other indications that the country is not quite “there” yet include a tendency for private homes and even whole neighbourhoods, to be protected by fences six to eight feet high and topped with barbed or electrified fencing.  Most of the B&B’s and modest hotels we stayed at actually advertized their secure parking facilities.  At most shopping centres, the services of a parking attendant (sometimes official, sometimes not) was always available for a few Rand to ensure the safety of your vehicle.

The economic disparity is best illustrated when visiting the “other” suburbs of Capetown, in the affluent wine region.  We spent the day sampling the wines in Stellenbosch, a spectacular setting where perfectly linear rows of lush green vines are juxtaposed against the surrounding jagged and dry taupe mountain peaks.   The town itself is chock a block with upscale souvenir shops and casual restaurants, with fine dining available at a few estates.  We chose to sample the favourites of Ernie Els at his namesake winery - not sure how much time he spends at the facility now that he lives in the U.S., but he did meet his wife there, and they did have a bit of a golf shrine and some apparel for sale.  Not surprisingly, the fields were mostly populated with workers likely living some distance away in their own shanty suburb.

The Garden route is a highly touted scenic and historic network of roads running along dazzling coastline and through the astonishing interior mountain passes (not least for the incredible feats of steep switchback engineering). 

The route is littered with small towns offering a variety of traditional and offbeat adventure attractions.  In Hermanus we thought we’d try one of the latter activities - shark cage diving.  A group of about 20 of us slid out of harbour aboard a boat that seemed eerily similar to the one I remember concerned Richard Dreyfus in the film Jaws.  In groups of five, we donned our wetsuits and masks for the plunge.  The deck hands began to toss fish heads around the steel cage in order to attract our special guests (our only instructions were to keep our hands and feet within the cage – “mmm people fillet fingers”).   Their arrival (to within a couple of feet of the cage) almost made me forget about the frigid 15C waters permeating my very being – all the way to my vital organs.  This might have actually been the proverbial “once in a lifetime experience”.

After that close encounter we chose to veer towards the mountains to visit the Cango Caves - with a special optional route through tight crevices and cracks.  It was most recently in the news when 12 visitors were stuck for 10+ hours as a result of a rotund visitor who became wedged within.  There are now life-sized simulations at the entrance for folks to self-exclude.

Further en route we: checked out an Ostrich farm (where aside from feeding them and standing on their eggs, I got to ride one); 

(video of my Ostrich ride on flickr - see below)

hit some seaside links;

found a secluded beach;

hiked a few national park trails;

ventured into a couple of urban Casino complexes (replete with gun check rooms?); stumbled into a major national festival in the independent country of Lesotho (entirely encircled by S. Africa); and ended our African extravaganza in Johannesburg to decompress with some museums, golf, shopping and dining.

 

Before returning the car rental to the airport for our flight home, we also had to clean up from the mudfest we accidentally encountered on one of our many wrong turns and at least try to deflect attention from the missing hubcap (how did that happen?).

For more South Africa Photos - see flickr at:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/thegoobers_pics/sets/72157626855304036/

(includes Ostrich riding video).

Stay tuned for the African Journey Summary Statistics…