'Cheers from a colorful George' as we move up into the mist.
We knew we were back in South Africa when we walked into the supermarket, Pick 'n Pay. Strung up from the ceilings (not people, mind you; please don't fret) but posters advertising the onslaught against inflation. Bring back the seventies. That was the old understanding we always had and which makes sense--call us squares, you won't be the first. Lower or at least, stable prices make sense to us. However, ask Bernanke or his successor Yellen, not to mention the dictators at the world's central banks for their 'wisdom'. 'We need inflation they say.' Rising prices are what they seek aggressively as they pursue negative interest rates. Well, we are old-fashioned; we admit we have not cottoned on to the new thinking, the new age. Mind you, that could be said for many things but that's outside the realm of economics.
Anyway, with the various shocks to the system, I find myself going off the tracks from time-to-time. (See an earlier blog in which we discuss driving in the old country.) Today, we enjoyed an incredible experience. The hike to Cradock and George Ridge wasn't advertised so we found it by chance, diverted to it from our existing path, rose fast and high, became submersed in fog and had a wonderful day; actually, it was even more than that. Yesterday, when we did the Outeniqua Pass-to-Pass, we discovered other passes over the mountains as well as a railway line way up high. This morning, about halfway up the mountain as we headed to the peak, we came across parallel lines. That's when we discovered a new industry for the country. It seems this idea has remained dormant for years.
We are always seeking accommodation as we move about the world. It struck us. Sleep...sleepers. What could be more natural than booking in at a railway siding, junction or main line. There's no shortage of bed space...it's a sleepers' dream. How come you never thought of it?
1:"Jen, what's that whistle I hear?" 2:Spot the sleeper. 3:Forgive him, it's been a tough climb.
4:Does Dominos deliver? 5:The narrow gauge works well with 'broad' shoulders. 6: "Does this line go to San Jose?"
7:I wonder what the upgrade to first-class costs. 8:"Have they got a mileage plan?" 9:'When are you going to grow up?'
"Hopefully, not in this lifetime." 10:By taking off my boots, I think I could get my nails trimmed...finally.
11:I understand there are some that would like to see me strapped to the line more securely.
12."I'm 500 miles away from home." 'Impossible. Heck, I don't know where home is any longer.'
It may not be a golden pond but it sure has its own features.
Editor gets caught in the 'light of the mountain' after a steep climb.
After passing the railway line about half-way up, we gain an equal amount of elevation.
At one stage at the top, we were completely immersed in the fog or mist...nearly scary.
After more than an hour, the signage points the way.
Doesn't seem to be a whole lot going on in the head from the expression.
George from above, a city we enjoyed during our short stay, on a dull day at altitude.
The color and coverage is quite spectacular.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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