Anyone who has ever encountered this blog will know that road-tripping is my happy place. I love the feeling of getting away and leaving everything behind, the end destination hours if not days away. No worries, no responsibilities, no deadlines. Last year I road tripped five or six times, and this year looks to be no different.
I didn’t really know I was a beachcomber until I discovered a little book called Beachcombing in South Africa by Rudy van der Elst. The truth is I’ve been beachcombing for years and didn’t know it.
Remember when the Wild Child and I road-tripped to the Eastern Cape in April? Well, we did it again over the long weekend in September.
There’s a reason why this is one of our favourite holiday destinations. Several in fact.
Spending sixteen hours in a car is a grueling prospect. It’s the equivalent of a long-haul flight, except with icky petrol station bathroom breaks instead of having to clamber over the sleeping passenger in the (way too small) seat next to you.
But with enough scenic stops and an epic destination in mind, a long car journey is just the thing.
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