Easter Break Continued

This map is a little bit hard to read, but if you use your imagination, you can plot our journey around the tip of Africa. We left Cape Town after a few days and headed up the South East coast line. We drove past the shanty towns that house almost all of the menial labor force for the city, then we entered the 'wine lands' followed by the 'garden route.' We took the Baz Bus, which is a popular choice among those traveling in South Africa. It picks you up right where you stay, and drops you off similarly. That way you can travel rather safely and conveniently all through SA, even when its late at night. However, it makes several stops. It stops at every city that it goes through, either for food or gas or bathroom, or for passengers. Most people who travel on the Baz Bus are in South Africa for months at a time, and all they do is travel. So, they are usually stopping as often as the Baz Bus. Taking in the sights at each place. However, we were on the bus for long stretches and we only had 10 days to see 'everything.' I don't believe that we were the Baz Bus' intended customers.
At one of our many stops, this one being for 2nd lunch, our bus stopped starting. We were in a small town called George, and it had some backpacker lodges in it. Where there are backpackers there are tourist attractions, so me and 2 other girls wondered off to see what we could see. We found a specialty cheese shop, a very strange deli grocery store, and then a beautiful church compound. We snooped around and took lots of pictures, and then we headed back to the bus. The bus had headed to the shop, but it had left a few folks behind, and had promised to come back for us. That relieved the growing sense of panic that had been building since we realized that we couldn't find the bus anywhere. Finally we left the quiet town of George and were on our way.
Our destination was Pletenburg Bay, or Plet for short. Plet is also on the 'garden route.' We arrived after the sun had set, but the backpacker was very nice and close to the town center. We walked to a small Italian restaurant and had a delicious pasta dinner before passing out in our beds. The next day I was up early and walked as close to the beach as I could. I saw an impressively old church building, several black South Africans heading to work, and a white lady walking her dog. She cautioned me about the dangers of South Africa, and that I really shouldn't wander through the church yard alone. I thanked her for her concern, and asked her if she was sure that it was really that dangerous. I had been here several months and not encountered any problems. She was a little shocked at that, maybe that I had been here so long, I'm not sure why that was so surprising. Then she advised me not to go any further than the end of the street.
At the end of the street there was a very nice hotel where several black South Africans were arriving for work, and a small path snaking behind it eventually leading down to the beach. I had wanted to put my feet in the water, but was a little scared after her warning. I walked down the past, against her advice and after a ways came to a look out small parking space. The path went down over a cliff and I'm not sure where it went after that. I hadn't seen any other people for a while so I decided to stop here and just watch the waves come in. I noticed some surfers out on them, and some people walking on the beach. It was getting later in the morning and more people were starting to come out. I had snuck out of our backpacker in my pajamas so I wouldn't wake anyone, and I didn't want to run into to many people dressed like that, so I headed back-without sticking my feet in the ocean.
By the time I got there, everyone was beginning to stir, and we signed up for some sea kayaking. It was a good time, after we got used to our boats and paddles. There were sharks in the water, so we weren't allowed to swim. Our guide was a little strange, and he never pointed out any of the sharks he saw. I found that disappointing, but it was cool knowing that they were down there, 'somewhere.' Later we went on a hike around a peninsula. It was so beautiful and remote! That was the best part of the day.
Then at 6 it was time to get back on the Baz Bus. Yea.