I get such bad cabin fever. I feel like I’ve probably mentioned this somewhere before, but when I’ve been confined indoors for too long with nothing to entertain me, I go a bit cray (symptoms resemble those of being Hangry).
It was a rainy day near the start of my family’s annual Plett holiday (speaking of which, I can’t believe I’ve already been back in Cape Town for a WEEK!). Friends that were visiting had been and gone and, while I enjoyed the peace and quiet for maybe half an hour, by the time it reached 10am, I was ready and rearing for something to do. But, the rain was still pattering against the window outside.
As I mentioned in a recent Instagram post, every year I try to do a new outdoor adventure in Plett and surrounds. After 23 years of visiting the Garden Route, I’m still finding that this is possible. In 2016, I did the kayak and lilo tour down Storms River (an “interesting” excursion which you can read about here). The year before that, I went on a zipline excursion in the Tsitsikamma forest. This time, Knysna drew my attention.
While the Knysna forest is one of my favourite places to go hiking in the Garden Route, the actual town has never really pulled me. It was a place I associated with disappointing shopping trips as I always found myself there on the last minute hunt for something I couldn’t find in Plett. We’d trawl the stuffy malls for ages, searching (always unsuccessfully) for an outfit for an upcoming wedding, or new hiking shoes after mine had suddenly and abruptly kicked the preferable bucket. Riveting stuff, I know.
But, when my dad suggested we take the half hour drive and check out the Knysna Heads on said miserable day, I was excited to get a new perspective on the town.
And a new perspective I did get. It was one of glass-topped rock pools filled with creatures to investigate, including neon-coloured starfish the size of my hand. I scrambled along the edge of a cliff, hoping not to lose my footing on the damp dirt and take a tumble into the choppy waves down below. There were caves to explore and rocky archways to creep under. And it all lead up to a beautiful viewpoint, looking out over the two cliffs that rise into the sky and give the Knysna Heads its name – as well as form the entrance to the Knysna lagoon. I took a deeeeep breathe of all that fresh, salty sea air and revelled in all the wide, open space. The rain had stopped and the clouds were starting to clear. It was nature in all it’s pristine, unpredictable glory.
Cabin fever cured? Check.
I hear the Knysna Heads are an excellent snorkelling spot. But, since the choppy conditions didn’t exactly allow for it this time, I’ll be packing my snorkel, mask and fins for the next visit.
Speaking of future adventure and travel plans, look out for my next blog post, where I’ll be chatting about the things I’m adding to this year’s ‘Wanderlist’ (inspired by fellow South Africans How Far From Home). Be sure to follow A Bucketful of Sunshine to stay in the loop!
Until next time.xx