Wasted afternoon.

We woke in the Bunker. Lekker up and about and a cup of coffee to start the day. It never gets old. After the second cup of Jacobs (the local granulated/instant coffee) I was ready and took my place on the mat for a yoga session. Ingrid looked at me funny. What was I doing? Yoghurt I said and she clicked. I was going to have a session with my yoga teacher (I have an eye on her).  Our session lasted a little longer than most and it did feel good to bend and twist and the likes. Namaste teacher!

To the order of the day. What to do? I was leaning to a session in the waves as they were still pretty good, but Ingrid suggested a walk and I was in! A walk through the reserve and right turn to the wreck of at Shark Point and then back along the beach to Jackpot. Shoes on, water in the flask and a tupperware with some mixed nuts for in case. Ready, steady, GO!

The walk through the reserve was a sort of warm up along a beaten path with secure underfooting. When we exited the reserve and got to the beach section we came across a pair of tourists (Big camera) and they asked the way to St Fancis Bay. No lovies, you have to go back just a tad and then take a left. We followed them just a tad and took a right. 

So over the boulders (klippies) and onto a sandy section and then through a piece a little overgrown (I have named that Clippies (Clippers needed) and onto another realtively easy section toward the wreck. When we got to sandies (the middle piece) there was some debris on the sand dune and I for the life of me could not fathom how it had gotten there. It was way above the high water mark (even at spring [very high] tide). It could also not have been blown here by the wind as the devris was concentrate to 1 area. Analytical mind going bonkers trying to work it out. Okay. It is okay took over in my mind. Let it go. At least for now. Enjoy the walk which we were making the most of.

Huge waves were bashing the coast and the almost wind still conditions provided "glassy" conditions on the water, a surfers term for wind still and the water being as smooth as a pane of glass. It was impressive to the n'th degree (look that one up in mathematics). We continued to walk and stop occassionaly to admire our Mother once again completely negating us as humans. 

Around a bend we came across a slither (nice name for it I think) of men carrying pieces of boarding and steel on their heads and or shoulders. These pieces were similar to the ones we had encountered a little ealier in a pile. The men were walking the pieces of the wreck that was washing up at the point back to be disposed of and not be left in our Mothers house to litter the place. Well done people! 

Soon we were at Shark point and could see that the wreck was listing over at a much larger degree than a few weeks earlier. We stopped and had a quick chat with the supervisor of the carry men (Mules might have been an option, but no mules, so people must do the job). Supervisor said that they had been at it for about 3 weeks. First the helicopter that we had seen had dropped personnel on the wreck and they had cut off the ballast on the stern of the ship and there was a lot of wood still left in the ship itself. 

As the weather was not constantly calm the water would tear at the insides of the wreck and pieces would come loose and eventually stand on the point. His guys were cleaning up that flotsam/wreckage. This is why I/we love South Africa. You can just walk up to someone and ask them shit. They will invariably just give you the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Ask a question and people here generally give you the beneift of the doubt and will answer. I will not go there... Netherlands... hmmm. Wat wil je? Generally speaking that is.

I commented on the fisherman that were seemingly being caught by the incoming tide. Supervisor man said that there were a lot of Yellowtail fish in the area and that made good fishing. Also a lot of sharks! The fridges of the grounded trwaler were still filled with fish and the fridges due to the onslaught of our Mother and her waves had cracked a few of the fridges and the fish smell was leaking into the water and attracking the Yellowtails and of course the sharks. I made the joke of No wonder they call it Shark Point. Probably from an earlier time, but now it rings true!

We left supervisor man and continued with our walk back to jackpot along the beach route. We would complete a circle and this section was mostly over the sandy beach. We got to a place where there is a nice pool for swimming and usually we might have stopped for a dip, but the cloud cover and light wind did not provide an appealing atmosphere so we continued. Just at this point there are a few fence poles on the beach. The wire has long been pinched by the wire thieves. On top of the poles people have balanced 3 stones. If you do not look, you do not see. Ingrid took some photos of the stones on the poles and added a periwinkel shell on the top of each pole. More photos folllowed.

Not much longer we were back at Jackpot and the joy is to take off the shoes and socks. We needed a bit of a shower as although it was overcast it was highly humid. We felt 100ś after a nice shower. Our big mission from here on was to go the the supermarket to buy some ginger rooibos tea. A trip to the bottle store would not be unwise. Simply put, tea and wine. Shopping done! We had a craving for a good cup of coffee after our walk and Dusty went to Granny's pools to sit at the local coffeeshop and primarily watch the surfers who were enjoying the lovely swell and waves. Lovely to see so many people enjoyin the bounty provided by our Mother. We decided to have a bite to eat and  a 2 egg omellete on ciabatta bread. Coffee and breakfast under the African sun watching the surfers. Almost like we ordered it!

Back at home I apped my board guy to ask when my new Malibu board was going to be delivered. I had ordered and paid for it last week and expected it to be delivered this week some time. My app was soon answered with a screenshot from the track and trace... Out for delivery. Expected to be delivered before 17h00. That meant staying at home the whole afternoon and waiting for the delivery. I did not have much faith in that our guy would arrive before 5pm, but benefit of the doubt.

Ingrid went to the local pedicure lady and was home before delivery man had arrived. I had made a mental plan to accept delivery and go directly to the beach for a session with my new board. I already have the leash in the cupboard ready to put on the board.  Waiting, waiting, waiting! At 5pm still no joy. Ingrid made the 5pm wine o clock and at 17h30 I opened a beer as the light would soon fade, so there would not be any boarding today. Ahhh. Grrrr! End of the day, no delivery and no notice from the company. Tomorrow I guess I will have to follow up. I have a board here and could have gone if they were not going to deliver, but that is the way that the cookie crumbles.

I got stuck into the cooking with a little help from Ingrid and after dinner I had the last of my whiskey. I have to admit that I did enjoy that last glass of distilled! No more for me in the near future.