The Many Travels of Mrs Pickles

Look here for tales from the many travels of my friend, Phyllis Bridget Gallagher as she globetrots. I met the dynamic Phyllis on a trip to Ireland in the spring of 2001 and she is still GOING! Bridget, you inspire me to travel more!

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

From Segfield

It was hard to leave Backpackers Paradise and all the fixings onto new things and adventures. Before I left however my new best friends from Oregon US Germany and Iseral, we booked a tour with the Meerkats with the National Geographic guy being picked upat5 to begin the day with these unbelievable animals. This is the only place in the world you can do this as it took years for the guy (actually a weird guy) to get these small creatures use to him and strangers. It began by loosing all electricty throughout the area meaning we had to roam around in the dark tripping over everyones rucksacks in the dorm tyring to be quiet (not) finding the mobile phones again to use as lights to see. The electric gate across the drive where were to be picked up was closed meaning climbing up and over spikes jump down now with the weird guy trying to help us. Finally got into the vehicle to transport us to no where's ville explaining all the way to be aware of snakes as this was their habitat and they would be about. As dawn approached we finally got to the site of the burrow where these creatures would appear once the sun arose. He had garden chairs laid down not far from this burrow. Up they finally came after his talk about them and off we go following at a distance to see how they live eat ect. It felt again like another discovery channel adventure. Without going into some hillarious things that happened we all had a good laugh glad for the experience and away to our place of relaxation only to get all packed again to leave on our separate journeys. The shuttle from the hostel brought us back into George a 50 mile away town to get onto the baz buses heading north and south. I went first to the Wilderness (a town) staying at the beach buggie hostel and I mean on the beach. Amazing to sleep looking out at the raging ocean lulling you to sleep. full dorm of course but not too interesting people about so called the baz bus for another pick up there and now to here for the job we are discussing. It means I travel even more but free accomodation at other hostels along the way ofr course the ones they want you to market and bring their blurps on who this place is. Just another thing or two to carry along with all the other stuff. We shall see how far this will take me. To get here however there is a steam train that travels along the way as to where I am going. Got the ticket out of here and heading to KNysnia (prounced nysna) for the baz bus again pick up at the railway for bufflo bay where the sea litterly comes up to the dorms. It is amougst dunes and wild seas that supposed are to be the most beautiful in S. Africa. Along the way you do meet people on the bus stop overs if long rides to the places it goes for coffee, breakfast or lunch. Typical places like Irving has in the Northeast. Along one of my ways I met up with the beautiful people as I call them. Young people I sat with one morning for breakfast. They were heading further than I was going in in a rush to get there as they only had 7 days to do the things they wanted to. It turns out they are going to University on a ship that holds 600 students travelling around the world as they study stopping for week long visits to the countries so they can enjoy what they want to do while there for the 7 days. Their clothing consisted of designer outfits, fancy and expensive sun glasses, English spoken from California which makes me now wonder which movie star these young people belong to as they were hestitant in telling anyone their last names. I ran into them again in George getting something to eat for the trip north the other day still wearing flash outfits not befitting to us the backpackers in our wrinkled dowdy looking things made them stand out. The village I am in now is beautiful. three beaches, a lagon, handgliding, scuba diving, and mountains in the background for abseling. One street with everything on it you would need and a train blowing black smoke twice a day. A room to myself for a change instead of the busy dorm things look good. Shopping for the evening meal now than onto the beach for some nice summer sun. Stay warm for those unlucky to have the cold and my ozzie friends also enjoy your beaches. Don't forget to smile and again don't eat any yellow snow.

ME

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