Take a few minutes and explore the Wild Coast with ECTOUR CEO and travel blogger Jonker Fourie.
The Wild Coast has always been one of those within reach yet just a tad too far away destinations for me. Living in Port Elizabeth I have travelled down the Garden Route and through the western part of the Eastern Cape quite extensively, but the Great Kei River beyond East London was like a hurdle I just didn't get to cross that easily. That was until I planned a short Wild Coast road trip as part of a journey to Durban. After my experience I have to say the title of this post should actually be the good, beautiful, good, scenic, good, lekker, good, awesome and a little bit of bad and ugly of the Wild Coast. Please don't stare yourself blind against the bad and ugly and crucify me for mentioning it. The only reason I put it in here is to let people know to expect it and not to try and put them off. In actual fact, the reason for this post is the total opposite. I want people to go and experience the Wild Coast like I did. So lets get going.
After a Monday morning meeting in East London I pointed the Polo up the N2 to Butterworth from where the road took me south to Kentani. That was where I hit my first dirt road which was the first bit of ugly of the trip. The ugly quickly gets neutralised though by the rolling hills covered in villages, friendly people waving and unusual scenes you just don't get to encounter in the city. Just keep an eye on the road and make sure you bob and weave around the potholes and you will be okay.
The Wild Coast is literally one big surprise after another and arriving at Wavecrest Beach Hotel
was no different. WOW! with capitals and an exclamation mark at the end. Wavecrest is situated on the banks of a lagoon (and a stone's throw from the river mouth) where the Inxaxo and Ngqusi Rivers flow together and immediately became one of my favorite Wild Coast locations. A very friendly receptionist greeted me at arrival and after checking me in took me on a tour of the hotel and facilities... in her slippers. At first I thought it very strange but then I realized that it was the first sign of how laidback the place really is.
I dropped my bags in my rondavel, changed into shorts and slops and headed down to the river where I grabbed one of the hotel's kayaks and paddled out onto the lagoon. Which way to go? Up the Inxaxo or the Ngqusi? What the heck! Why not do both? It wasn't long before I found myself between the mangroves with the only sounds being the distant ocean and a couple of pied kingfishers dive bombing into the water around me. What more do you want? Before I knew it the sun was starting to head towards the horizon and I had to start paddling my way back to the hotel while making a mental note that I will have to come and do this again properly at some stage.
Back at the hotel I decided to explore a bit and discovered that the hotel has 30 units ranging from doubles to family units all either garden or river / sea facing. The hotel also have various public areas including a full snooker table games room, TV "cinema", lounge and bar area. I grabbed a ice cold Savanna from the bar and found myself a spot with a view out on the verandah to wait for dinner time. It was here that I met the hotel's general manager taking a stroll around. Guess what? He was also in his slippers. Take that suite and tie people! Like so many of the other Wild Coast hotels Wavecrest offers an extensive dinner buffet. As it was midweek and midterm there weren't a lot of guests in-house yet the selection of food on the buffet was still way more than what I could try out.
The plan was to be up before sunrise the next morning and get a couple of pictures of the sun breaking the horizon. I never set my alarm and woke up with a start... Was it too late? I threw open my door and noticed the sun was moments away from showing itself. Talk about timing. I grabbed my camera and rushed out. Seemed a couple of other guests had the same idea as I was joined on the river bank by two others doing exactly the same. Taking photos of a sunrise on the Wild Coast. See two of those pics here
. This was followed by a walk out to the river mouth from where I could look back at the hotel. Ah, I wish I could have stayed longer.
After breakfast it was time to hit the road back towards Butterworth to continue my Wild Coast adventure to Coffee Bay via a stop at the Nelson Mandela Museum in Qunu. On my way up the gravel road I was stopped in my tracks by a typical Transkei road block. These guys just didn't want to let me through, approaching on all sides to check my license and probably the state of my tyres. Eventually a couple of young guys coming past had a word with them and I was allowed through. I should have just told them to mooooo've.
Hitting the tar I was on my way at full tilt again with the next stop being Qunu. Qunu is where former president Nelson Mandela grew up as a young boy, with his birthplace at Mvezo not far away. It is also where Madiba's family home is and you pass the homestead on the right just before getting to Qunu.
I have never been to the Nelson Mandela Museum in Qunu and decided to stop for a quick look. I wasn't quite planning to do the tour but changed my mind when I was met at the entrance by one of the guides. Unfortunately I'm going to lie to you if I didn't say I was slightly disappointed. They can really do so much more with the museum and what they have on display. Most of the museum's exhibits are nothing more than a few photographs with information on the walls in two rooms that visitors have to read. I was expecting more things associated with Mandela like I have seen in the Mandela exhibit in the Apartheid Museum in Johannesburg recently. But on to the rest of the tour. The view from the museum stretches for miles and the guide pointed out a few places of note. We then took a walk away from the buildings down to the sliding rock. The sliding rock is where Mandela and the boys from the village came to play. They would slide down the rocks and there are a few spots where you can see the rock has been smoothed over the years with all the boys going down. Definitely the highlight of my visit was going down there myself. But more of that in another post soon. The museum does offers guided tours to all the significant Mandela sites in the area and if you have time, doing that would be worth a lot more than just visiting the museum.
Next stop... Ocean View Hotel
in Coffee Bay. Driving into Coffee Bay after negotiating another stretch of potholed dirt road, I was slightly bummed. I was expecting this quaint little village on the coast, something like Wilderness on the Garden Route. It didn't quite look like the picture I had in my head. Don't ask me why I thought that. You just sometimes tend to imagine something a certain way it Coffee Bay wasn't what I imagined. The village quickly took me by the shoulders and shook me awake though, showing me a place with character. Various characters actually. Quirky characters, quant spots to eat and drink, friendly people and more stunning scenery. Didn't take long for me to create a new picture in my head and disappointment quickly took a walk out to sea and disappeared under the waves.
Unfortunately part of disappointment returned to me shortly later. After checking into the hotel I decided that I had to go and see the Hole in the Wall. How can I say I have been to the Wild Coast and am an expert on the Eastern Cape without having visited Hole in the Wall? I asked for directions at the hotel and I can't say the receptionist didn't warn me about the road, but shortly later I was heading along a dirt road down the coast to the holy grail of Wild Coast attractions. This is unfortunately where I encountered the real ugly of the Wild Coast. Not just one ugly. More like two ugly step sisters causing a lot of harm to the beauty everybody wants to see. Firstly there was the road. Parts of it made the general potholed dirt roads looks like a smooth as glass tar road. Going down two of the hills en-route I had to literally get out my car to find the best route through the dongas. When I finally negotiated my way along to the grassy parking area, the ugliest of the two step sisters stepped up. I was suddenly swamped by informal guides wanting to look after my car and "guide" me to Hole in the Wall. "Its only 10 minutes walk mister," one told me. "I'll take you and will show you." No, I didn't want him to take me or show me. In actual fact, I felt intimidated. I also didn't feel comfortable leaving my car with the lot around and decided that I didn't have to see the Hole in the Wall to be able to say I experienced the Wild Coast. I turned around and negotiated my way back through the dongas, snapping the picture above with the Hole in the Wall just visible in the distance. I promote the Eastern Cape and thus also the Wild Coast every day. When it comes to the Hole in the Wall though I will now in future change my angle to tell people to book a tour from their accommodation establishment which will take them there in a 4x4 and has its own guide on board. A much less stressful option.
I wasn't going to allow my Hole in the Wall non-experience to get me down though and decided to go and climb the hill between the main beach and Bomvu Bay. This wasn't a bad idea at all. The walk took me along the beach and through the shallow Nenga River mouth. From here I followed a path up along the sea side of the hill, eventually looking probably a good 50 meters straight down on the sea below. The view from the top was amazing looking down on the village on one side and the coastline on both. Really worth the climb and fully (ok, mostly then) made up for the earlier disappointment.
The Oceanview Hotel didn't just get its name because the hotel is close to the ocean. It got it's name from the magnificent views of the ocean. Something that seems to be a prerequisite for any Wild Coast hotel. My room was in the main building above the restaurant area and had the most stunning - so much more than just decent - view down the main Coffee Bay beach. I wanted to take a walk into the village before dinner and grab a drink at one of the quirky bars I mentioned earlier but changed my mind when we were plunged into a deepest darkest Wild Coast situation. Eishkom implemented loadshedding. Instead I enjoyed a drink on the hotel balcony listening to the sea which was not even a hundred meters away. The traditional Wild Coast buffet made an appearance and like the previous night I stood there with a couple of decisions to be made. Stew, curry or seafood, salad or veg, do I have soup for starter, which dessert to end the meal with? So I had a bit of soup and then hit the seafood platter. Prawns, calamari and mussels. And just in case you wondered. I ended with the cheese and biscuits rather than sweets. Back in my room I decided to read a bit but left the balcony door open. Eventually putting my book down, switching off the light and just listened to the ocean. How I wish I could hear the sea like this from my house.
After an early breakfast it was time to hit the road again. The plan was to head further north, swing by Port St Johns and then aim for the Wild Coast Sun. By now you've figured out what the ugly part in the post's title is. But what would be the bad? For me the bad of the Wild Coast are the children. Not them being children but what they do. Every time one passes kids on the road they shout, "Sweeeeets". Apparently it is something that has been happening for a very long time and not something anybody would be able to stop very quickly. So why would I put this in a travel post? I want to ask people not to oblige them by handing out sweets every time they encounter kids. As long as people do it this kind of begging will continue and it can't be good for either the kids or the image of the Wild Coast in the eye of visitors. Just my 5c worth.
Although there are a lot of other Wild Coast hotels along the coast I still want to visit, I decided to organize my last night of the trip at Sun International's Wild Coast Sun
. The hotel is nothing like the typical Wild Coast properties and include a casino, a lekker water park, sports facilities, lots of entertainment options and more. The one thing that makes it similar to the other Wild Coast hotels is the location. On the coast with, yes you guessed it, beautiful coastal views from the rooms higher up. I can already hear somebody ask why I decided to go there and not to another one of the "traditional" Wild Coast hotels. Fossils. Fossils? Yes, you heard me right. Fossils.
The Mzamba Cretaceous Deposits, referred to as the Mzamba Fossils and Petrified Forest Trail, is located on the beach right next to the hotel. I joined a couple of other guests on a tour the next morning led by fossil guide Benny Mbotho. Benny walked us about a kilometer or so down the coast from the hotel before he started pointing out the first of the petrified trees lying in the shallow waters of the exposed reef. That was when I realized that my timing for the trip was just right as doing the tour at high tide would have meant that I wouldn't have gotten to see the petrified forest part of the tour. I have a couple of pieces of petrified wood in my collection that I got from my father-in-law, but they don't come anywhere close to what we got to see. Huge fossilized logs imbedded in rocks. Even if we saw nothing else it was worth the trip. But it wasn't all.
Just down the beach from the petrified forest next to a series of cliffs and overhangs known as White Man's Cave, came the next group of fossils. The deposits consist of greyish-brown sandstone, as well as limestone, rich in fossil material dating back 80-million years. These deposits include masses of marine shells, among them stunning examples of coiled ammonites, echinoids (sea urchins) and bivalve shells. Benny also pointed out a fossilised sea turtle and huge clam shells. My mind was all over the show. This was an experience not to be forgotten if you have an interest in fossils. The Mzamba Cretaceous Deposits should actually be one of the prime attractions of the Eastern Cape and be on most itineraries through the area.
Before I knew it my three days on the Wild Coast was over and done with. Disappeared like mist in front of the sun. Gone but not forgotten. I think the biggest problem with this trip is that I just want to go again. I want to see more, visit more places, stay in more of the hotels, meet more people and obviously do more of the Geocaches (which you will notice I didn't keep mentioning in this post for a change *smile*). It means I will have to find another excuse to go again... and again... and again. To hell with the bad and ugly, pack your bags, fill up your car, check your spare tyre and head on over. The Wild Coast is waiting and calling your name.