Pity most articles begin with a pompous “I”: so hackneyed and worn out yet convenient. So I shall perpetuate the system by reverting to culture as if that will come to the rescue of “I”. Any time I start planning a vacation there are only 2 destinations in my mind: One is in the middle of nowhere, while the other is in the middle of everywhere.
The former being Port Nolloth and the latter being the city of my birth: Cape Town: Port Nolloth is one of those towns where the municipality has/is collapsing. While the Cape of Good Hope is expanding beyond its elastic limit and all the way to the dirty Durbs.
I was born in Cape Town more or less in 1950, or so it says on my birth certificate. Funnily enough how such a statement always refers to the past. Port Nolloth is, on the other hand, a picture of Walvis Bay where I grew up. So none gets to be a loser. It is curious how the mind gets to amalgamate the two into a unity. Unfortunately I cannot be in both places simultaneously so Cape Town is selected due to financial considerations. Just buying a six pack in both town/cities is a financial dilemma.
Port Nolloth is nothing more than an over-priced holiday resort by the sea while Cape Town is a huge overpriced city at the sea but its modernity makes it far superior to Port Nolloth. Cape Town represents the whole of South Africa while Port Nolloth caters for the local and regional population and their requirements. What is unique about Port Nolloth is the service catering for a particular sector of the population. i.e. the northern and western areas of South Africa.
Seems I may have to split my vacation next year. I often wonder why people visit a certain place when going on vacation. Surely the roundabout and swings are there for junior and his sister rather than dad to take a smoke and breather on or mom to hang the wet towels on. Now that was funny, was it not? Towels, according to their design and pretty flowers and little goblins to leave junior screaming at night and end up with a wet towel.
Towels are also used as curtains when the “Goose” wants to put on her bikini while still in the golfie.
Now what is wrong with a vacation at Sandy Bay or False Bay other than masses of water? I once swam in False Bay before I could actually swim and had to be carried out and received a tongue lashing from my saviour. He called me a fool. Gordon’s bay is OK but one must beware of the navy doing its thing there. Like shooting at drums with canon and fishing with depth Charges. Divers walking around breathing through pipes while their frog-feet damage the sensitive ecology. So give or take a bit here or a bit there: the local municipality has swimming pools that do not always smell like feline “P” or destroy the economy.