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Thursday the 10th of Feb, after thanking Karen Bús and her staff for their incredible friendship and generous support as well as their hospitality at the Mossel Bay Old Post Office Tree – Protea Hotel ‘Buddy and Me’ headed in-land for the area known as Ruitebos or as I know it the ‘Eight Bells’ area. On arriving at the lovely ‘Eight Bells’ hotel which is owned by René Bongers (I hope I have that spelling right) who graciously agreed to assist me with a nights accommodation, I spent the rest of the day visiting old friends (not in terms of age, but in terms of how long I have known them and that is since passing through the Ruiterbos (Eight Bells) area on project 1 of ‘Buddy and Me’ way back in 2005) who are the original and previous owners of the ‘Eight Bells Hotel’, Peter and Jean Brown and their daughter Jacquie who was General Manager of the hotel at the time of my last visit.
Jacqui, has, unintentionally, raised 10 beautiful American Bull dogs – because after the pups were born, 8 of them, she did not have the heart to part with any of them – so meet Jacquie Brown and her ‘gang’!
From Jacquie I drove the short distance to where her mom and dad, Jean and Peter Brown live in a stunningly beautiful cottage which looks like it is in the Swiss Alps.
This old Oak Tree which marks the entrance to the ‘Eight Bells Hotel’ is believed to be around 186 years old, amazing!
After a restful evening at the ‘Eight Bells Hotel, although the majority of my time was spent trying to get my blogs up to date, the next morning after bidding René and his team farewell I stopped off to say farewell to Jacqui and was ‘instructed’ by her that I could not leave the area without first paying a visit to a good friend of hers, Christine Watt who together with her husband Peter, yet another Peter in the area, own a Guest House/Farm called ‘Outeniqua Moon’.
After stopping off at the ‘Outeniqua Moon Guest House/Farm’ which is only one and a half kilometres away from the ‘Eight Bells Hotel’, I was truly thankful to Jacqui for having told me about Christine and the ‘Outeniqua Moon Guest House/Farm’ because what I learnt about this incredible lady and her ‘passion’, being the breeding of rare heavy draft – Percheron Horses – was nothing short of mind blowing for me because Christine and Peter are totally absorbed in the breeding of, as well as love and care which they devote to these magnificent animals.
Here Christine is proudly showing me ‘Grey Stoke’ who is the big daddy of most of the incredible Percheron Horses to be found on ‘Outeniqua Moon’. You have to contact her if you want to know the history behind these incredible animals, the history itself is amazing and I could not do it justice by writing about it, so contact Christine on +27 (0)82 564 9782 or email: firstname.lastname@example.org or check out their website on: www.outeniquamoon.co.za to get more information, you won’t be sorry you did.
I couldn’t possibly continue writing my blog without showing you Grey Stokes’ two latest ‘kids’.
The beauty on the left is 3 months old and the one on the right, getting a loving kiss from Christine is 6 weeks old.
I spent a lot longer than I expected chatting to Christine and being shown around the magnificent ‘Outeniqua Moon Guest House/Farm and eventually after nearly three hours bid her farewell with a promise to return ‘one day’ hopefully not too far in the distant future and continued on my merry way through to Oudtshoorn which involved a drive of a staggering 50 kilometres, but included a drive of 14 kilometres through the scenic ‘Robinson Pass’.
On reaching Oudtshoorn, I immediately sort out the ‘Protea Hotel – Riempie Estate’’ where I was kindly hosted accommodation for the night, courtesy of the General Manager, Christelle Gerryts. While parking Buddy, I heard a noise behind me and on turning discovered an ostrich, with amazingly big eyes, standing about a metre away from me, just starring at me! When I took out my camera this amazing ‘bird’ started doing an incredible dance for the benefit of the camera.
I later discovered that ‘Lomo’, that’s his name, does this act/dance every-time someone points a camera at him.
After a lovely evening at the very comfortable and friendly ‘Protea Hotel – Riempie Estate’ where I was served very cold Millers by this friendly chap
Donavan, the barman – the next morning I bid farewell to the hotels General Manger Christelle Gerryts, and headed for the police station.
Unfortunately for me, Oudtshoorn was experiencing a massive influx of people in the form of the ‘Harley Davidson Motor Cycle Club of South Africa’ who was holding a rally over the weekend and so my visit to the police station asking to speak to someone in connection with child rape did not go down too well and so I gave up and headed out of Oudtshoorn, destination Barrydale and that ‘Old Dog’ Ronnie and his ‘Sex Shop’ situated about 23 kilometres before Barrydale in the Klein Karoo.
The drive to Barrydale was a long and very hot one and I had a lot of time to dwell on a discussion I had had at the ‘Protea Hotel – Riempie Estate’ in Oudtshoorn the previous night with another guest. The discussion surrounded the name changing we, as South Africans, have been experiencing at a phenomenal rate over the passed few years and this guy mentioned a few which made me think.
Apart from the changes to the names of so many towns etc, we have experienced changes to our police department as well as the ‘prison’ department etc and these according to him, and I agree whole heartedly with him, are probably large contributing factors to the massive increase in the crime rate we have experienced during the passed few years.
The Commissioner of the South African Police Service announced a short while ago that “he would soon be referred to as general” and that the ranks in the Police Service would be reverting back to the original ranks, i.e. Warrant Officers, Lieutenants, Captains, Colonels, Lieutenant Colonel etc, etc, etc. this after having spent a fortune of the South African tax payers money changing them to Inspectors, Superintendents etc.
The reason for reverting back to the old ranks, according to him, was because they wanted to change the police back to being a ‘force’ as in “A force to be reckoned with” as apposed to a “Police Service” which criminals consider being softies.
I believe that the same applies to our ‘prison’ service and that by changing the name to “Correctional Services” and prisoners/convicts to “inmates’ (the only mates being those ‘in’ with them) criminals consider our “Prisons” to be soft-zone rather than a place of detention and punishment.
I think it’s time that our government as well as the public, realise that by camouflaging a name, it does not make it better, and this includes places such as Squatter Camps which are now called “Informal Settlements”. By changing the name it does not make the lives of individuals living in these places any easier.
Anyway it was an interesting discussion and gave me food for thought while driving through to ‘Ronnies Sex Shop’ near Barrydale where ‘Buddy and Me’ arrived in the blistering heat of the afternoon.
But first I must explain that ‘Ronnies Sex Shop’ is not what the name suggests. This place is incredibly well known world wide and is in-fact a Pub/Restaurant of note and the reason Ronnie gave it the name ‘Ronnie’s Sex Shop’ was to attract the public’s attention to the place, and believe me it worked. Nobody drives passed without stopping, at least for a cup of tea or coffee or bite to eat. Also the place has acquired an incredibly large collection of ladies lingerie which adorns the ceiling and walls. Women donating a piece of lingerie (that word always amazes me) get a free drink, so here is a young lady by the name of Cezanne who was on her way home from the Harley Davidson Rally in Oudtshoorn who donated a ‘very small’ piece of her ‘Lingerie’ to ‘Ronnie’s Sex Shop’.
But first I had to set up camp out on the front lawn in the blistering heat
Then it was time to cool down with a couple of cold frosties with Ronnie and his merry-men,
so meet, from the left of the picture – Mark, the barman, the infamous Ronnie, yours truly, and Dion, the other man who makes it all happen at ‘Ronnie’s Sex Shop’.
Valentines Day was the next day, Monday the 14th, so that evening (Sunday the 13th Feb) was spent celebrating this auspicious evening with various groups of people who kept popping in and a great evening was had by all.
This was one of the crazy couples who popped in, Bruce Littleton and Winnie de Pass from Somerset West who had a ball and check out my moves here.
Mmmm looks like a shot from ‘Grease’ as in the workshop grease not the movie’.
Monday morning I bid farewell to Ronnie and Dion and hit the road to Gansbaai, but more about that in my next blog because I think Julia has enough on her plate getting this blog posted.
Well as you gathered, I have not acquired much information in the form of child rape while travelling through this area, mainly because one drives for hundreds of kilometres without seeing a sole, just open road, mountains and bush, but my visit to Gansbaai turned up some really interesting facts which got me really excited. So until next when I write, which will probably be tomorrow, I will bid you farewell for now, so keep well, stay safe and of course – keep all children safe.
Caring regards from
Buddy (The Beach Buggy)
Me (Steve Heath)
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