Yesterday they were calling for an overcast day, although the temperature was a comfortable 23C (73F). We decided to drive to a beach parking area close to the town of Mossel Bay and walk into Mossel Bay from there.
But I made a wrong turn.
And we ended up at a waterfront RV Park or "caravan park" as they call them here. We parked the car at the side of the road and decided to walk around.
We walked through the campground and said good morning to one guy along the way.
ATKV Hartenbos Beach Resort.
We continued along a path that runs above the beach. This is a summer resort area and a lot of people come here during Christmas and school holidays. Kids went back to school January 15th though so it's a little quieter around here than it would have been a week ago.
Ruth, overlooking Mossel Bay and a cruise ship in the distance.
We walked around a small flea market.
And then we made our way back to the car. We had been gone maybe 45 minutes. As we got closer to the car, we noticed that there was a note on the windshield. I thought at first that we had got a ticket! We grabbed the note off the windshield, and it was just a hand written piece of paper.
It said "Hi Kevin and Ruth, we are long time readers of your blog. We are in the white and grey motorhome. Would love to meet you in person."
What??! Too strange.
When we had got out of the car, we had walked towards a path near the beach. We passed a guy and said good morning to him. Turns out that was the guy. He said that after we said hi, he kept thinking "holy crap, I know those people." And he had seen us get out of the car, so he knew which car it was. Then it clicked who we were, but we were already way down the path.
How weird is that? How is it that I took a wrong turn, and ended up parked almost right beside this guy's motorhome? There are 50 million people here! And this guy has been reading our blog since well before we ever thought we would be coming here. He read it because he wanted to go RV'ing in Mexico a couple of years ago. Very strange.
So we sat down with Karel and his family and talked for an hour. They live full time in their conversion bus.
Karel, his wife Anita, and daughters Karla and Aluschka.
This is where I had parked the car. I could have chosen any spot as the street was very quiet. Karel's bus is pictured towards the left.
We are still shaking our heads about this!
Karel knew that we were in South Africa, and we knew that Karel lived in South Africa. But we had no idea where. And he hadn't checked our blog for a few days so he knew we were here, he had no idea where. And so, in a country of 50 million people, we bump into each other.