Larisa or Larisita, I forget her name, was so big she couldn’t move; she lay here instead waiting patiently for her food and water bowl to fill up. She got a lot of attention in the process.
Knysna was one of my favorite towns along the famed Garden Route. There was a micro-brewery in town, and, other than a quick indulgence in a similar venue in Harare, Zimbabwe, this was my first kind brew in a long time. We also had the splendid view seen above when we ventured out to the city’s bluffs.
I remember meeting up with other travelers here. Among them was a man, about 27, who had been traveling for seven years. He partied all the travelers out and I remember watching soukous videos on TV with him and another group. This town is great.
Aren, Marieke and I also went to the oyster farm and enjoyed a dozen fresh oysters and a bottle of fine champagne, totaling $7.00 US. The country was so inexpensive due to recent currency devaluation.