Got up in the morning and (after a hearty buffet-breakfast) had a wander around Swellendam. We visited some nice curio shops and, because we were in an agricultural town, had a look around a tractor showroom. We left for Knysna around midday, stopping at Mossel Bay for lunch. The bay itself seemed nice but the town was a little characterless, we drove through the town centre twice and couldn't find anywhere to park and go for lunch. In the end we found a place called Café Barach, actually a hospital café but it served toasted sandwiches and had hot-sauce out on the tables so we were both happy. We ended up using the WC in the hospital (the last place we wanted to end-up) and headed once more for Knysna. Oddly the urinals in the hospital WC were also full of ice (see Monday/Day Five), still we could not find any valid reason why this should be so.
We arrived in Knysna late afternoon, filled-up with fuel and found a hotel. The Wayside Inn was right in the middle of town and had been recommended by The Rough Guide so we jumped at the chance. We got a twin room which was nice but had a broken cold water tap which a plumber was due to fix later. After throwing our stuff into the room we had a wander round town looking at souvenir shops, we found a shop called Metamorphosis which sold only goods made from recycled materials e.g. Coke/Beer cans, number plates, wire etc.
The hotel featured an Honesty
Bar where you could take all the alcohol you liked as long as you wrote it down
in a little book and paid for it when you left. Naturally we made use of this
bar at the first available opportunity, had a few beers and watched Sabrina
the Teenage Witch. We then got ready, had the tap fixed and (surprise, surprise)
headed for a bar called Harry B's where we jumped straight-in with two Windhoeks.
The Traditional African restaurant we intended to go to was closed so we found
another which served fairly similar food, we both went for Cape Malay curries.
After the meal we went back to the hotel, raided the Honesty Bar and watched
an odd film starring Debbie Harry called Intimate Stranger, an average late-80's
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