Knysna, Till We Meet Again

I am posting this to say my loving farewell to Knysna. I have loved being in this town, and would like to thank every one here that has made my time so special. There is definitely something about the place that will live in my heart always. It is with great reluctance that I head off towards Hermanus and the coastal villages along the way. The N2 shall not keep me its captive; I will find the prettiest way down for all those who enjoy a good scenic route.

Do not think I have told all I have to tell about Knysna. There are still many more stories, some I will have to come back to finish. There is more to come, and more to be told.

If you don't see any new posts, fret not it will be my internet that will be down, not me. If after a week nothing, then start to get worried. Maybe call the police. Though I doubt anything bad will happen. *gulp*
Enough with the spooky, scary talking...

Knysna, I will miss you. Never again will I simply drive through. You deserve more than that.

Wolf Sanctuary 08-08-2012

I came across the entrance to the Wolf Sanctuary and had to stop. There are two entrances, but the one on the R102 required walking down a path that led under the N2 and through a pile of bones. Even if you get to the place via the N2 I would sugest just walking down the path.

The entrance was R50, but worth it. For the first half an hour the rain come down heavily, but that did not seem to bother the wolves in their waterproof coats. The wolves which reside there are the result of people bringing them into the country to raise them as pets. Yeah, that's a good idea. I mean, sure they are cute when they are cubs; but a wild animal is just that -- wild.  At least there are people and places like this who can take care of them. They need our support. Unfortunately they cannot provide them with the massive areas they would like to, but at least they are fed and taken care of. They neuter all their males to make sure that no more are bred, and besides, this is not their natural climate. That explains why in the southern hemisphere they shed twice a year instead of once. Its their coats that give them their large appearance.

The woman working there told me something very interesting; so interesting I thought I would share it with you:
 
Wolf packs are split up into 3 types of social groups; Alpha, Beta and Omega. Yes, like in the movie but not exactly. The Alpha wolves are a mated pair that lead the hunt, control the pack and are the only couple that are allowed to have cubs. So wolves are not matriarchal or patriarchal. Instead they lead as a couple. Now because wolves mate for life, if either the male or female Alpha gets usurped; the couple stands down and the new Alpha couple takes their place. Rather romantic wouldn't you say.

The Beta wolves are your general citizens. But the poor old Omegas, they are the punching bags of the pack. They have no social standing and if any of the other pack members are having a bad day, they take it out on the Omegas.  How ... human. The group is made harmonious by having a group that bears the brunt of the pack's frustration. Someone has to be at the bottom I suppose.

First Few Steps

Due to a busy morning trying to get the last of the essentials, I only left at around one o'clock in the afternoon. The weather was fierce with thick sharp blanket of rain falling from dark that hung malevolently overhead. They covered the hills that slowly rose outside the bay area. Passing the large trucks was a nerve-wrecking gamble. Their tyres threw water in front of my field of vision like a deep mist; or a wall of falling water. However, the rain does accentuate the rich greens.

I chose to go off the N2 and take the R102; the Van Stadens Pass. I had no clue where it would lead me. I also stopped by the Van Stadens Flower Reserve. There were two trails, each 4 km, but the rain was a bit too heavy for me to consider it. Another day perhaps.

I decided to give J-Bay a skip. I am certain that it is a lovely place, but its a little too close to home and I could not give up the opportunity to put some tar between me and Port Elizabeth.

On the way I turned down the R62 to Karedow then left into a road that said it went to Rheboksfontein. I ended up at the Churchhill Dam. It is a water treatment plant, but it is exceedingly picturesque. It sits between rolling green slopes and leads into a thin river. The geometry of the entire place was surprising. Even the quaint white houses that lead to it, with their expansive gardens, were surprisingly pretty.