Plettenburg Bay beach
 
... and from above
Breakfast was pretty disappointing. In particular because it contained less then what had been promissed (let it be known to all B&Bs that this is a pretty bad strategy). "We don't do fruit salad for only two people". Well, thank you for nothing.

Before we left Plettenburg Bay we took a hike down to the beach where, during summer anyway, there usually is a lot of activity. At this time of the year however there was not much going on.

The flight along the coast was again under low clouds which made the detour up Stormsriver Gorge to Paul Sauer Bridge particular interesting as there only were a few hundred meters between the ground and the lower ceiling of the clouds.

We made a couple of orbits around the famous bridge, renown for the bungy jumping and abseiling going on there.

A little later, when we again were flying up the coast, we met a helicopter with a camera team ob board. Who knows, maybe it was for a movie - some day we watch it and discover ourselves in it :-)

       
Along the coast, low clouds

At first we struggled a bit in finding a place to stay overnight in Port Elisabeth. We didn't really see a point in going all the way into the city - especially because we wanted to spend the afternoon on a so- called "Township Tour" which we had read about in our travel guide. Even Glynis, the secretary from the Algoa Flying Club, from which we also had considered chartering, wasn't able to help. Finally we asked the lady from the information desk for suggestions. She certainly was help! Cause she found us this little very good valued guesthouse "5, 3 rd Avenue" close to the airport. It was only about 5 minutes walking distance, still the owners wouldn't "allow" us to walk there so we patiently waited for the husband to come and pick us up. Meanwhile we organised the previously mentioned "Tonwship Tour".

When our hosts heard we would be going on this township tour they crucified themselves. Going into township!?! By free will?!? They themselves had never been inside a township and recommend us not to do it.

We of course still went for it ... and it was well worth it. Mzolisi, founder of Molo Tours (a one man show), picked us up directly at our guesthouse. In his little sedan we went more or less straight for the Walmer township. These townships are humongous to say the least. I don't know the figures for Port Elizabeth, but East London, the next town up the coast has, to quote Lonely Planet, "175,000 residents (or 750,000 if you count the residents of the sprawling Mdantsane township 15km from town)". Pretty wild numbers!

     

     
Port Elisabeth township

The tour was not so much about showing us the misery of a township, but much more about getting a different perspective. People live their entire lives here ... and many of them are not as unhappy about it as one might expect. Especially now that the government is putting a lot of effort into improving the townships. Providing infrastructure for instance. Mzolisi was particularily proud of the housing program, which has new houses built and handed over to residents of the township at no cost. Many of the self-built huts are in a really bad state. We even went to something like a tiny pub inside the township to have a beer. The finale was dinner at Mzolisi place which of course also is inside the township. He has plans to open a backpackers in the backyard of his place. We wish him all the best in his endevours.

We have asked many people what a township actually is. The definition we liked the best was "residential area without infrastructure (like sewers, running water, electricity, etc.)"