Monday(Mossel Bay)

My quads were quite store and it felt that I did very little apart from catching a bus to Mossel Bay, in the Guinness book of records for having the worlds second mildest climate, second only to Hawaii, and my first location on the Garden Route. I tried chicken biltong which was okay, but beef is definitely a lot better. When I arrived at Santos Express train lodge, it was quite exciting as it consisted of old train carriages, and was on the sea front. They were very disorganised, and I think that were had just started dealing with backpacker in addition to normal guests, and had no equipment in the kitchen, and when we managed to get hold of some pots they didn’t have handles, and they couldn’t understand why we didn’t have our own cutlery and crockery, there were no pillow covers and only one sheet, so I wouldn’t recommend the place. I did have a whole train compartment to myself, which was nice. The security worried me: sited right next to the beach, with a very old style lock on the door, and tiny padlocks on the normal room doors, and unlockable from the inside, plus I had to close all the windows myself (they were like the windows on a slam door train). When I’d registered they’d also made me sign a disclaimer that they weren’t responsible if my stuff got stolen, or if I was run over by a train. It was a great location though and the gentle sounds of surf could be heard. It turned out to be quite a nice night there as an Irish Couple, Francis and Eamon, had also just arrived and spend the evening in the very pleasant bar, with a musician doing covers of songs, talking about living about Australia and having doing a bob ride near one of the hot springs in New Zealand.