Everybody Jump!

The drive to Mossel Bay wouldn’t take too long, well, unless someone (I won’t name names) wants to stop and bungee jump off the highest bridge in the southern hemisphere, a whopping 216 meters high. There is a bridge, Bloukrans Bridge, that supposedly is the highest bridge in the southern hemisphere that you can bungee jump. Jason needed no time for contemplation, I on the other hand, needed a minute or so. I decided not to jump, it just wasn’t my thing. I think I had what it took to do it, just didn’t really care to. But, hopefully, being the good wife that I am, I would be Jason’s Bungee Buddy and escorted him on the bridge to the jump site. I was pretty impressed with both of us. The walk under the bridge over the river was pretty intimidating itself. The walk was on grate that you would have in New York venting the subway. Springy, unstable, precarious. I could hear Jason behind me starting to get a little nervous….I said “Don’t look down”, he said “too late.” We made it to the jump site and the crew prepared Jason for jumping. I wasn’t nervous in the least as Jason was starting to sweat a little. Then hobble, hobble, hobble to the ramp and one, two, three and there he went! Wahoooo!!!! So cool. After getting back to base and picking up Jason’s pictures we headed back to the car to continue our drive to Mossel Bay. We were stoked and without regrets, we had a fun drive laughing and reflecting on his jump.
One crappy thing however, was that after my second shot of the big bridge, my camera somehow jammed and stopped working. We had noticed the spot while in Jeffery’s Bay and knew it needed cleaning…but now not even working??? We would have to wait until Cape Town to find out if we could get it fixed. There was no way that we would be able to find a place once we got to Thailand.
When we reached Mossel Bay it was quite obvious that it was winter. It was cold, windy ready to rain. We reached Mossel Bay around 4pm and it the sun had long abandoned the day. Since Mossel Bay would be Jason’s last chance I dropped him off for a surf in the cold water. Waves were inconsistent and breaking quite close to the rocky shore. You could tell the clouds were contemplating whether they wanted to rain so he didn’t end up being out too long. Maybe in the morning. We picked a sweet B&B for the night ride behind the town’s main restaurants. Since our Bed & Breakfast didn’t actually serve food, we were given vouchers for the restaurant to use either for dinner or breakfast. We took a walk and found the cooler more casual restaurant was having a special: all night half off the whole menu! Jason and I “splurged” on some great appetizers and pizza and reminisced about our trip so far. We had a good time. We headed back to our place and hiked up to the attic-turned-bedroom. It was a neat conversion of space, but the wind storm that night would have me a little worried that our little attic wouldn’t hold. In the middle of the night I was woken by lighting, thunder, and howling winds. I got up to see the storm and shore but didn’t see anything….mind trick?? Nope. I couldn’t see any rain or any trees, street signs, or table umbrellas getting tossed in the wind, but you could certainly hear it. It had a very high pitched howl that vibrated every part of our attic. Jason slept the entire time and I, just laid awake as if the wind had its own lullaby.
Jason and I decided to head out as early as possible so that we could make it to the wineries before all the tours ended. If we make good time, we would be there around 1:30pm and there should be plenty of time for wine.

Days Traveled: 52
Distance Traveled: 32,654km
Still in South Africa ;)