21 February 2022
Booking.com. Virtual host to a million or so places to rest your weary bones after a hard day cruising around some of South Africa's prettiest, not to mention roughest roads and eating enough scones to ping a steel rivet off your jeans' waist band. (As my mum might have said, "you could have blinded someone with that.")
Yesterday, we ended up in Mossel Bay. This place features heavily in most cruisers' plans to get around the coast to Cape Town. It's one of the few anchorages offering shelter and succour, whatever that is, to cruisers caught with the prospect of a bit of a blow from the wrong direction.
However, with our intensively researched and detailed weather routing analysis (read, dead lucky) we passed Mossel Bay thirty miles off and skooshed straight to Cape Town in one go. However, we felt a bit diddled missing Mossel so we planned our latest two wheel nonsense to route through the town and see what we might have missed.
As is so often the case, reports of it not having much to offer and a bit rolly (how we pity these poor monohull folk) these views seemed a bit personal. Not only did it have a pub selling fine wines and beers but our Booking.com, host Shirley, turned out to be a cruiser, albeit temporarily on shore leave with whom we swopped yarns over some quite lovely red wine.
Sundowners on land. Is that allowed?
If you've ten minutes, here's how it went.