Beaches, Boogies, and Bridges

Our Home Away From Home: Muizenberg

It’s not hard to instantly fall in love with Muizenberg upon arrival. And it’s not just the postcard perfect views of the turquoise colored waves crashing against the rocky shores, creating a sudsy white foam as a contrast. And it’s not just the fact that every other person you pass in town is either hauling a surfboard or walking barefoot. That gives Muizenberg it’s laid back vibe. For me, it’s the sense of familiarity and comfort you feel upon arrival. There’s a great sense of community in this small town. A night street festival closes down the tiny village road lined with local shops and opens it up to live music and dancing. A weekly Friday night indoor market becomes a gathering place for locals and foreigners alike. And then there’s Lynn, our lovely host for our ten day stay here who has made us feel at home right from the moment she picked us up from the airport. We have been so well received and welcomed into this town and we already know it will be hard to say goodbye. We’ve already established ourselves at the local watering hole known as Tiger’s Milk, a restaurant by day most days of the week and scene of live DJing on Sunday nights. Sitting on the couches and bopping our heads to the music just wasn’t doing it for us. The seating area was cleared soon after we got on the dance floor and it turned into what would soon be Kat and Amanda’s dance floor. We set the floor on fire and the bar pretty high for the rest of the gang. The crowd was dying to know where we were from. Even the French DJ, Renee, was curious to know what country we represented. By the end of the night, everyone was impressed by our grooves.








When you are staying within a five minutes walk of the beach, it’s hard to resist collecting beautiful seashells. Amanda and I have been feeling artistically inspired by the shells along the rocky beach. We can’t help it; we’re attracted to shiny pretty things! The intricate patterns, spiral tops and bottoms, colorful variety, each shell is so unique. Our intention with collecting the shells is to create a beautiful mosaic representing our stay here. Several of our days have been spent commuting by foot via the oceanside walkway to the neighboring town of Kalk Bay, well known for its fishing harbor and bohemian shops. It is along this walkway that we collect the shells, having to forcibly avert our eyes so we can keep moving. We stopped to visit my Zimbabwean friends, Eddie and Abisha, who work as bead artists, selling their artwork to tourists. We were lucky enough to have our own personal concert performed by another man named Abisha. He played an instrument known as the mbira, a wooden board with metal pieces played by plucking the metal pieces. We were so impressed by his performance and grateful for his welcoming song and wish of good luck on our journey.

Mountain Biking on a Wine Farm

My former co-worker, Trevor, who works with the Bicycling Empowerment Network, set Amanda and I up with some great mountain bikes and awesome riding just two days after we arrived. We were scooped up in the early morning by Trevor and his posse of mountain biking buddies and driven to a beautiful wine farm in the countryside where we found a well-maintained system of single track trail networks that took us over bridges crafted of wood and rope and through thick forests of pines. There was also a technical bike park that I enjoyed maneuvering around with little jumps, ramps, and logs to balance on.






The next leg of our journey begins shortly with a ‘kloofing’ or canyoneering overnight trip. And then we are headed east along the coast via the Baz Bus, stopping at hostels and beaches along the way. We’ll keep y’all posted!


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