RSA Part 3 - The final road to Cape Town

Once away from Port St. Johns and towards Port Elizabeth we entered what’s known as ‘The Garden Route.’ It was easy to see how it got its name as the view was just breathtaking. Deep gorges, mountains etc etc filled the landscape and although not great onboard my now very rattley bike it was just a pleasure not to have to constantly watch out for pedestrians and animals on the road as before. Much like at home, looking along the sides of the road for speed cameras. With the lack of our GPS yet another chance meeting from a helpful local guy who had a mate with a bike place. We stopped in pure luxury at a sort of business complex and shared several beers with our new friend Iain who filled us with laughter over his tales of mistakes made in his life, along with his advice for us...
Next up on the late rides into the sun was a place called Wilderness. Now hugging the south coast we stayed in a lovely little B&B in more luxury. We then met another Canadian guy named David who impressed us with his one year, 75,000km (13k more than me) tales of his round the worlder onboard his GS1200 which was at BMW for repair. Next up was a visit to the southern most tip of Africa the famous 'Cape Agulhas' where the Indian and Atlantic oceans meet.
With many pictures on the SD cards we then headed off to a cosy place named Pringle Bay, accepting an invite that we’d received earlier for a place to visit and stay. Here lived Bernie Becker, a hugely interesting and knowledgeable man. Yet more great hospitality was received by us as a lovely two nights were had just enjoying the place, eating with the locals, relaxing and trying to absorb some of Bernie’s vast knowledge on many subjects. Great times.
So then... Cape Town. A few days late but safely we rolled into town. Backpacker’s accommodation found and bribery of the car park guy completed we could finally start to unwind. After a few beers the following day Mick’s girlfriend Beatrice joined us as too did...BJ! The intended final picture of me and Mick together with Table Mountain looming large in the distance never happened so instead it has to be just the four of us, in an Irish pub, with beers and all happy for different reasons.
So that’s it then. As before, no real emotions from me although I have to say I’m pleased to have finally finished and to be heading home. I’ll finish this in the same way that I finished my New York entry and hope that when/if it’s continued the man in the pictures isn’t too much older than the ones in these...