Paternoster

A holiday needs to end, I suppose. Back to the grrrrrind for me tomorrow and no better way to end the holiday than with a short road trip up the West Coast of the Western Cape. My friend Karin and I decided to leave the husbands behind (someone needs to work!) and went on the 400 km round trip with lots of laughing and eating (shopping…) along the way.The first stop was a farm stall for some sustenance and parrot watching. Amazing what one can find on these road trips.

Farm Stall, Yzerfontein

Farm Stall, Yzerfontein

Over night in the coastal town of Paternoster consisted of eating fresh fish, browsing, snoozing on soft beds and a walk on the beach followed by more seafood! I went totally overboard with all the battered and deep fried everything, hake, prawns and calamari, end of holiday binge. Tomorrow we shall concentrate again.

Paternoster, fish on the beach

Paternoster, fish on the beach

Paternoster means “Our Father” as a prayer by and for the many a sailor meeting their end on the ships passing and hitting the Cape of Storms, for which our seas are very much known.

Voorstrand Restaurant, Paternoster

Voorstrand Restaurant, Paternoster

From there we went inland to the Riebeeck Valley Wine Region and tasted olives in every shape and form.

Tasting room, Kloovenburg Riebeeck Valley

Tasting room, Kloovenburg Riebeeck Valley

When the car boot was full of wine and olive products we returned to glorious Cape Town. Home sweet home!

Kloovenburg Wine and Olive Estate, Riebeeck Valley

Kloovenburg Wine and Olive Estate, Riebeeck Valley

At least my head is clear for the year ahead, will work on the body soonest, promise.

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