The Relaxing Power of the Surf

The Garden Route is reminiscent of Hwy 1 and we happily headed out to wind our way down the coast.

Traffic came to a shuddering halt and within a few minutes we realized why. A family of baboons had come down to the road and were wreaking havoc as they ran across, jumped from the guard rail to the tress and to the road. And then, as if being featured on National Geographic, a grown baboon attacked a small baboon, throwing him / her to the ground in the middle of the road. The power, the aggressiveness - incredible. He/she then let the small one up and it screeched all the way back to the group while the powerful one strutted along the road looking at us. Admittedly, I was glad to move on!

Wait, this post was about the power of the surf...back to that:

We rented a room in a guest house near Hermanus and within about 1 hour of arriving, listening as the surf crashing onto the rocks, sitting on a bench with a glass of wine in hand, we were mesmerized. We even forgot that Dave may be drinking his last drink and enjoying his last sunset.

 Our evening walk was accompanied by an increasing number of Dassies:

As I couldn't hear them move, I was surprised more than once when one was running across my path.

The above sounds like a fitting last night, right? A bit of this was on the schedule for the next morning?

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