This land nearby is set aside for a nuclear power plant, and South Africa already has two such plants, providing 5% of the country's power needs . It appears the construction of the Thyspunt reactor is on long term hold as many issues about the location are debated. As an aside, South Africans argue that power is being sold off more cheaply to Zimbabwe than to the people of South Africa. Sounds rather like our own Australian gas.
We stopped for morning tea at the quaint little Kontrei Kombuis Country Store. One white woman who must have been over 70 took the orders and the money while the black staff did the food preparation and made the tea and coffee. Some of the bread I mentioned at the barbeque a few posts ago was being cooked outside on a hotplate. It was another case of a white woman seemingly surrounded by black people and quite comfortable with that. We didn't see any other white people there, but our guide told us there would be that evening in the adjoining bar where an important rugby match would be shown on a big screen. The men's toilet was as large as a bedroom with very little in it except the toilet itself and a washbasin. The toilet pan kind of looked like it was terrazzo. I've never seen one like it before.
I had noticed from the coach a disused railway line often running parallel with the road. While it was overgrown, it appeared to be intact and could be used.
What is this thing for?
I have never seen such a thing. I am almost certain it is to pour water into steam train tanks as they pause underneath. I've seen them filled by trackside tanks, but this appears to be mains water supply.
Our next stop was an ostrich farm at the awful to pronounce Oudtshoorn. They are certainly larger than our emus. Various facts about ostrich farming were presented and like the the earlier Aloe, it seemed there wasn't much that eating or applying ostrich can't fix. Ostrich like to have their long and perpendicular neck stroked, and of course there is always one in the crowd that will take things too far, but it did get a laugh. Yes, think the worst.
What do we do now? We cover the birds eyes and jump on its back.
The eyes are uncovered and off we go for a ride. There was a 75 kilo weight limit, so that is my reason for not riding one, believe me or not.
Young ostrich are terribly cute.
Nevertheless, we had no compunction about eating ostrich steaks at the provided and very nice lunch. The steaks were ok but I won't go back for more. This is the youngest ostrich to hatch.
Our next stop was Kantor Caves.
There were some old photos made into murals. There is always one who stands out in a crowd. I've seen this in old photos before. Is he gay? Is he just pushy? Is he just a poser? I don't know.
You must admit, it is quite a pose.
A bit of a cave and cavern thing on the outside.
The interior of the caves were amazing. The best European painter could not have done better than what we saw. We took a one hour tour and the guide, as all had been, was terrific. He even sang for us and his voice was strong and and highlighted the acoustics. So good that before the South African World Cup that the floor of large chamber cave was concreted over and made level, well maybe not. Seating was added and there were operatic and other performances, until it was realised that vandalism was happening, drunken shenanigans behind stalactites, and other cave destroying stuff.
Truly amazing that one wall of the cave used to played as a drum, until it broke. We were given a brief demonstration of the drum effect of the remaining part and it was incredible to hear. Just like a real skinned drum.
The shadows are long and it is time to leave. Something went terribly wrong at our hotel for the night, so instead of a 5.30 start the next day, we journeyed on to the town of George, a long drive, but the accommodation was good and we did not have to be on the coach until 8.30 to get to George Airport to fly to Johannesburg.