A love letter to Plett
02 October 2019 - By Tswelopele Maputla
It was early September when we arrived at The Bungalow in Plettenberg Bay in the Western Cape. It was windy but a look at the sea and the sound of waves made up for the weather. We had lunch on the upper deck of the tapas restaurant, living an island dream in full view of the Indian Ocean. After lunch we were ushered to our rooms, a stone’s throw from the restaurant and the beach.
On the second day, we went for a gruelling 12km hike in the Robberg Nature Reserve that took about four hours. For someone who starts panting after taking a flight of stairs, finishing it was a big deal. As we reached more peaks during the hike, I didn’t regret my decision to get out of bed one bit. The view of the ocean, the possibility of spotting sea creatures, and collecting shells were definitely more exciting than staying in.
We passed some American tourists who’d relished seeing a pod of dolphins, and we waited in anticipation to spot some. Being an optimist I figured that in four hours we would see them – but it didn’t happen. That didn’t stop me from appreciating the many other beautiful sights in the nature reserve, like the vast beach that runs into the three-different-shades-of-blue sea...