Elvis is alive and well in Gansbaai
7 April 2013
We've just come back from a four night middle of the week
get-away to Kleinbaai. Just the five of
us and it was sheer and utter bliss. So
completely and utterly amazing, I can't even begin to describe it. Unbelievably and incredibly rejuvenating.
In 1967 my Oupa Willem got an early inheritance from his
father. Actually him and his brother
both. Oom Stoffel bought a brand new
car. I believe it was a Valiant. And Oupa Willem and Ouma Helene bought a tiny
little ramshackle house in a little hamlet about 10 minutes’ drive by car from
"the fishing metropolis" of Gansbaai, called Kleinbaai. That very same little house has been called
Kleinbaai ever since.
And our family has been abundantly blessed since that day. In fact even now, Oupa's original cheque which
he used to buy Kleinbaai, is hanging framed in the seaside house. It cost the princely sum of R4 850. Which I am sure was a rather large amount of
money in 1967.
It is the place where all of us escape to in order to
recharge our batteries and feed our souls. You cannot help but feel soothed by the
calming presence of the sea, the fresh air and general relaxed feeling all
around. Worries seem to simply roll off
your shoulders from the second you arrive and breathe in the unique smell that is
Kleinbaai alone. The sound of the sea,
the almost continual fire in the kaggel, the hypnotising calm of watching the
waves. They all seem to induce
relaxation.
The house is situated on a prime piece of land. Right on the sea. No one can ever build in front of us and the
house is slightly elevated, ensuring a most magnificent view of the entire
little bay. And the stretch of beach and
sea in front of us is a beauty. I
experience a wonderful feeling of coming full circle when I see my own kids
getting the same enjoyment from the very same rock pools I so enjoyed as a
child. The vista has not changed. Sure there are a few more houses now, but the
essence has remained unchanged. The rock
pools are the same. The pebbly beach
strewn with bamboo, the same too. I
clearly remember some of my earliest memories of before the age of five playing
in those pools. And right through my
childhood. Fishing with little nets. Spending hours lovingly collecting starfish in
a bucket. Traipsing up to the house with
my loot to show all the wonder I had collected, only to go down to the sea once
more and release them into my very favourite pool. Just to start all over again with the next low
tide.
Just as I did as a kid, my kids enjoy endless throwing of
stones into the sea. Aiming at big rocks
or big stones we've placed on rocks. Of
stone throwing at night, to see if they can make sparks. Endless walks to the harbour to watch the
little boats come in. Though nowadays
it's not little boats anymore as shark cage diving has taken the area by storm. Of watching the repetitive “three fast ones
and then a long break” between the lighthouse beam lighting up the night sky in
the distance.
The kids enjoy exploring the same caves that filled me with
wonder as a child. And they enjoy the
same sense of adventure that I did. Endeavouring
climbing to the very highest outcrop of rocks, to overlook a powerful sea
below.
One of our favourite pastimes at Kleinbaai of young and old,
is playing darts. And like the ninny I
am, I left our darts at home. No
problemo, I thought. I would just
quickly nip down to Gansbaai and get some darts in town. And I must say that I was intrigued by the
huge amount on Chinese shops in such a small little town. Who would have thought that the Asian
community would have grown so much in such an isolated little spot. I am all for the entrepreneurial spirit and
people filling a gap in the market and seeing to the need of people in the
community. But about ten shops selling
exactly the same stuff? In such a small
little town? And when I say that
Gansbaai is small, I mean it. Tiny in
fact! And most disturbing of all is the
fact that apart from none of them having darts (hardly an unforgivable sin) is
the fact that none of them spoke even a semblance of English. Never mind Afrikaans. How could they possibly hope to serve the
community and make a buck in the process without being even vaguely proficient
in a common language? It boggles the
mind.
But be that as it may, we eventually got us some darts. And made quick order of indulging in numerous
dart tournaments. We played the ancient
stone game, though we'd left ours at home too. I made a little home made one with ice trays
and it provided lots of entertainment. We
played the head band guessing game. Went
exploring, numerous walks, fishing (all of us get the grills when we have to
remove the poor hapless fish off the hooks in order to release them again),
stone throwing, sea glass collecting, etc.
A rather unexpected and humorous end to our holiday came as
we were driving out of Gansbaai, car heavily laden, on our way home. Coming out of the very last Chinese shop, just
before you leave town, we saw Elvis emerging like a Phoenix from the fire. From the likes of Gansbaai no less. Actually quite a good place to hide and
attempt to remain incognito. Not sure if
the locals are any the wiser?
And I must say, he has aged quite well. He's still a bit porky, his side burns are
still bushy and long, the shades are still big, the shirts are still loud. My only regret was that I couldn't get to my
camera fast enough to snap a shot.
Elvis hasn't just left the building. He's left America too.
And clearly their loss, is our gain.
Well, it’s a one of the money. Two for the show…..
The head band guessing game - lots of fun - even the teenager indulged
Amber was an edible item every single time - much to her horror, mostly vegetables
It was such fun
Moenkie and I
Beautiful view of the bay from the stoep
My gorgeous little Berry
Grantie kindly took his putie along for me so that I could blog every so often
Kids fishing and exploring
Everyone just relaxing
Luke - my favourite pyromaniac - he has always loved making a fire (rather worrying actually)
Magnificent view!
Oupa en Ouma sit op die stoep
Cole trying to get his shoes dry after getting them soaked on the rocks
Most beautiful girl
Amber and I enjoying our stone game - she whipped my butt!
Best bed in the house - right at the kaggel - cosy and warm the whole night through
Cole proudly showing off his Cherry - rather proficient at darts
Cole just bagged another fishie - the big question is who will take it off the hook?
Fishing is loads of fun
Grant also had a few go's
Cole - a rock climber of note
Luke in a familiar pose - hand in front of the face to avoid the camera - he should know me better by now as it still won't stop me snapping away
Grant showing the size of his fish
The great big fisherman
Hey, I was there too!
Hunting for sea glass - a favourite hobby
Admiring the view
From all angles
A dart tournament on the go
Hey, I'm actually quite good - years and years of Kleinbaai practice
Boys teamed up against girls
Sleeping beauty
This is heaven
About to go on a walk
On top of the highest outcrop of rocks
Grant and his little Princess
We saw this guy wrestling with a huge catch. And when he pulled it out, the top of his rod snapped off. A huge reward for the kids though, was to see the shark he had caught.
It was actually rather big and it's skin felt like sandpaper. In Afrikaans they call it a Skaam Haai.
Me and my brood
Very, very, very scary moment - Luke having his first driving lesson - he nearly popped out of his skin with excitement
He was just so chuffed with himself - personally my nerves were quite shot
We explored the deepest cave - Luke and I armed with candles and matches to try and see on the inside. It is only accessible at low tide and we had to walk through the water in our shoes, to try and reach it. Amazing though.
Grant - the dart king
Entrance to the cave - deep and creepy, though beautiful at the same time
My sea glass collection - lots of help from all
Chef Helene's in the house - quite scary actually!
I also got a cherry!
Gansbaai's Elvis looked just like this, minus the mike of course
Yip, he looked just like this
Alive and well
Very enjoyable. Brings back great memories of Kleinbaai.I think I first went there in 1968 or thereabouts.
ReplyDeleteI remember Jannie (Rosemary Holtzhausen's boyfriend) and I getting perlemoen the size of hubcaps at Danger Point on one of it's rare calm days.
Oh Helene, sommer jaloers!
ReplyDeleteVery happy that you had good family time there!
It is just the best!
Wow! Epic Post! I am so jealous. Looks like you all had an awesome time there. So many memories made and still to make. Can't wait till we all share the holiday house again!
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