Hermanus is a tourist trap, with prices, comodities all aimed squarely at your wallet and holiday mentality.
I was quite UNIMPRESSED with the fact that they have a "Tourist Information Centre" that had a scribbled note on the door stating "Back in 5 minutes" and half an hour later, they were still not there.
Some arses should be kicked, as it is certainly and official office, not someones private business.
Still, they have a HUGE Motorcycle parking space right on the seafront.
Goose's XT looking decidedly lonely in there.
Some photos Goose took. Interestingly, one rarely takes photos of yourself.
Always a good guy to have on your side. My brother has been mellowing over the years, from being a real Bliksem when younger to a guy whose company and sense of humour I thoroughly enjoy today.
And a final pic of the three of us together.
Goose's bike had developped an electrical/charging problem, so he turned around at Hermanus, and Deon and I started the trip on our own.
Next stop would be Cape Aughulas, or L'Aughulas as it is known as well.
That was some way ahead.
Back in a bit.