Morgan's Bay

So this weekend I finally made a trip out to Morgan's Bay - a place that earned me many incredulous looks when I said I had never been to. Which I always thought was a little unfair, but having spent a weekend there, was definitely worth the trip.

It had been a friends birthday in the week and on Wednesday she had decided to go away for the weekend, given the short notice and limited houses on offer, it ended up being a girls weekend away in the Morgan's Bay caravan park. We were staying in this tiny park home on the river, which essentially meant we were rather overdressed trailer-trash for the weekend. But there was a lovely deck on the river - certainly a high-point of our accommodation.

We only arrived after 7pm on Friday night, and so had a sedate night. The lack of curtains and the ability of our house to carry sound meant that we were all awake on Saturday morning by 7am - so we went for a walk on the beach. (with Sue-Ann waiting for a suitably deserted section of beach to go for a early morning skinny dip) and later 'borrowing' the paddle boat docked near-by to mosey about on the river, only to discover that one of the paddles was broken, with me on the working side, so it was a very short paddle.

That afternoon we went for longer beach-walk and swim (not wanting to traumatise families, we had our costumes on this time), ambitiously setting out for the lighthouse on the hill. En route we ran into some hikers who had been hiking for 13 days, starting a Port Edward and were hoping to make it to East London by Monday morning to catch their flight back to Cape Town - at that point our walk felt decidedly less ambitious. However, we did find this deserted, dilapidated old house right on the ocean.

We never reached the lighthouse because we had decide to go for sundowners on this hill near the hotel, but we got the time wrong and arrived an hour early, with the wind howling, so we took cover in behind a bush, hoping our Savanna's and Amarula would help keep us warm, but we gave up shortly after discovering the bush was a rather painful thorn bush and so headed back down the hill to have sundowners out of the wind.

Anyways, that evening we had plans to be awesome, but after all the Amarula and wine and sunshine and walking, we ended up watching "So you think you can dance", critiquing the judges and just sitting outside on the deck.

Early Sunday morning again, with less wind, so did a take-two of the hill before we were kicked out of our trailer. We ended the weekend with a pub-lunch at the hotel because the petrol-pump was closed between 12 and 2pm - I kid you not - and we had no petrol to get home.

Anyways, if I'm clever, there may be pictures attached, but Chericles an Tanya know that it took me a while to work how to post.