-  Diary of an Adventure   -  Kenton-on-sea Adventure

Sunshine Coast. Leg and bum muscles complaining their abusive treatment as we make the most of the pristine beaches that stretch to the end of the world. The sea gentle and cool enough to bring relief to sweating bodies. Even my skin has a sort of golden, beach holiday, sheen to it.

It was the moons fault. Evaporating my wine. The bright light ensuring that sleep wasn’t an option. The view from the deck mesmerizing.
Gourmet meals with wines selected by each of the four chefs. A mouth full of bones the result of my smuching my whole grilled sardine. A tad challenging The spanakopita and slow grilled lamb much easier to manage. Kourabiedes and date balls to accompany that last glass of wine.
The House Kitchen, a magical find. Fabulous for browsing, or merely surrendering to the view. I did find that I needed a double shot of coffee in the cappuccino. A few bits of interesting art, with the dramatic forms of the giant quiver trees, aloes and euphorbia the most interesting subjects.
A trip out to the oldest licensed pub in South Africa, the Pig and Whistle in Bathurst. It’s an old style English pub which even has ancient me ready with a story about anything as you wait for your drink. The 40 degree temperatures made beer attractive. Taking the back roads, we passed Southwell, where a cricket match was in progress. The whites of the players amongst the bush as incongruous now as it was when this was the Frontier.
An ancient guitarist almost managed to stay upright as he strummed his tuneless melody outside the Wharf Street Brew Pub in Port Alfred. I managed to get a few photo’s as a reference for a painting before he was gently escorted into the back of a police van for his trip home before the storm arrived. The food was delicious, the beer (brewed next door) could have enticed us to become regulars. 
Evening sky, a seething mass of clouds, flecked with thunder charging the air. One of those ‘Turner’ type skies, both brilliant and ethereal. Spots of rain bringing some relief to a super-heated day.
For now, the lights are reflecting across the still waters of the estuary, and I have a glass of wine. 
Marilyn’s Diner, in Storms River Village must be one of the best road trip breaks imaginable. Situated under the canopies of the Tsitsikamma Forest, a world of Cadillacs, rock and roll, neon, jukeboxes, chrome and mirrors. Somehow, despite its out-of-reality craziness, it’s sits comfortably in this alternative universe where Elvis may be alive. The burgers are ordinary, by today’s gourmet-burger revolution, and the coffee unremarkable. Pure fun.

In his time Jan has been an electronics, nuclear and power system engineer, a strategist, a humanitarian and an artist. A career path linked by creativity and innovative thinking. Initially trained at the Johannesburg College of Art, Jan has won numerous international awards and has exhibited nationally and internationally. He can be found in his studio ‘Jandreart’ located at Thesen Harbour Town, Knysna.


  • Clare

    What a fabulous read Jan – you inspire me to want to do the journey all over again! You & Terry are great company.🍻🍷🍾

    February 18, 2017
    • Thanks for the planning and organizing that made it such fun

      February 18, 2017

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