One never realises how rather fond one is of their home town until it is criticised or spoken ill off. The other day I struggled to contain my fiery side when an ex resident ruthlessly ran down our precious little town – and this after making a rather decent living whilst residing here. It riles me up as much as the ex-pats dissing their country of birth at every opportunity.
I know we don’t possess the cosmopolitan vibe of Cape Town, the spicy aroma of Durban or the corporate kick of Jozi but a traffic jam is a foreign concept here and “see you in ten” does actually mean that one is not much more than ten minutes away from coffee with a mate.
We don’t have acres of vineyards to kick back in and imbibe the grape but a Sunday cruise through the citrus orchards of the Gamtoos Valley topped off with a wonderful meal at Padlangs Country Restaurant in Patensie is a worthy substitute. We don’t have a mountain shaped like a table but we do have one shaped like a slipper whose summit is easily accessible after an hour’s hike and whose panoramic views all the way to Jeffrey’s Bay and the Cockscombe are more than worth the heavy breathing.
We don’t have a huge aquarium where we can ogle the ragged tooth shark or spot the cob but then we don’t need one as our waters are warm enough to encourage more personal encounters with the creatures of the deep without huge risk of being their breakfast. If the ocean is your playground and a surfboard your ride of choice then a brief drive down the coast and you are in wave central – Jeffrey’s Bay.
We are not home to the most famous amateur bicycle race on the planet whose route incorporates the instantly recognisable names of Chapmans Peak and Suikerbossie but the somewhat less groomed trail of the Freedom Challenge comes through our backyard via the GrootRivier Poort and any cyclist worth his saddlebags knows this is the king of hardcore racing.
We don’t have a speedy, aerodynamic train to get us to the airport and back in the shortest time possible but then we hardly need one as the Port Elizabeth International Airport is pretty much in the middle of it all. A call to family or friends upon landing and in 20 minutes tops your ride arrives.
We may not be a mere few hours drive from our most famous game reserve the mighty Kruger National Park but half an hour from our front door is the Addo Elephant National park – a true jewel in our local wildlife crown. If half an hour is to far to drive then why not consider a ten minute spin to Kragga Kamma Game park almost within our outer suburbs. We may even possess the most splendid of them all – the mighty Baviaanskloof. A slow meander throught this mega reserve will leave you humbled and in awe of all that is Mother Nature.
We all have a place we call home and I am proud to call this little town at the bottom of Africa mine…… come to think of it Ironman South Africa feels the same way!
Vive la Port Elizabeth.
(PS : follow this link to read more about our wonderful Addo Elephant Park and others – http://africathisiswhyilivehere.com/trip-report-spekboom-camp-addo/ )