We had three days and three nights to meet a friend, do a photo workshop and kickstart our year end (2014) vacation in South Africa (where else?!?). We have done numerous wildlife workshops with David Rogers, our friend and mentor. This time we wanted to try something different. I remembered a picture of his which had haunted me for many weeks and months. It was of a ship wreck near Cape Agulhas. And so was born the idea of seascapes … David suggested staying at Arniston. He tantalised us with descriptions of a quaint fishing village. He wrote to us of pristine beaches and magical caves. He spoke of sunrises and sunsets to rival any place on earth. It sounded perfect.
It was perfect.
Arniston / Waenhuiskrans – the double name is a bit of a mouthful for a tiny town. Yet its a place that is more than capable of bearing this weight with pride and dignity. A place where history is soaked into every grain of sand and every craggy cliff. Where scores of ships crashed and explorers and pioneer families died. Indeed, the first part of the town’s name came from the the tragic wrecking of the HMS Arniston in 1815. The ill fated vessel had 378 people on board. 6 survived to tell the horrific tale.
But this is just relatively recent history. Remains of impements, bones of fish and mammals and other evidence clearly show that the land was occupied by hunter gatherers nearly 2000 years ago. More recent evidence from around the 16th century suggests that ethnic tribes had contact with survivors from ship wrecks – explorers from various parts of Europe.
We had booked into a self-catering cottage nestled in the back streets, simply furnished with the sea as its decor theme in every room.
Glass lamps filled with sand, shells for bowls.
And a Christmas Tree made of driftwood. Mc Gregor House was perfect too!
Walking down towards the main beach in town, we rounded a corner and spread before us, suddenly, was this unbelievably blue ocean edged with glittering white sand … cottages dotted in the distance, a scene ready for a painting.
Pulled up on the slipway cum harbour were numerous colourful fishing boats. They spoke silently of adventure and colour, fear and victory. They spoke of hard times and happy times. Of man’s fight for survival against all odds. They spoke of daily life of the residents of Kassiesbaai.
Nestled between sand dunes and ocean, Kassiesbaai is the little fishing hamlet on the outskirts of Arniston. It was built about two centuries ago. The name derives from “Kassies” (Afrikaans for paraffin cases) – the houses were built of these cases washed up from shipwrecks – and limestone and thatch from the surrounding land.
This is a community of generations of fishermen who have fought for and survived incredible odds. They have held onto their land, their occupation and their traditions in spite of regular socio-political upheavals over the centuries. This, apart from all that nature throws their way – the simplest challenges being natural decay over time. Since 1986 Kassiesbaai is a National Heritage Site. Unchanged over time, besides the rustic charm of the village, are the residents who continue to be cheerful, friendly, welcoming and warmhearted.
A morning drive into the Malagas region took us to the small and exclusive vineyard, Sijnn Wines, overlooking the meandering Breede River.
While we did not meet the owner, David Trafford, we were hosted by the charming and enthusiastic Charla Haasbroedk, Assistant Winemaker. We walked around the grapevines as she told us about her home. The creating (“making” sounds tame!) of the perfect wine from the selection of the location to grow the grape to the final bottling is a long and unpredictable journey. Perfect wines are never assured. But when this science and art attain exquisite balance, the vintner has achieved his miracle …
While we were reluctant to leave this idyllic location, we knew we had to. We had a very special place to visit that afternoon, at a very specific time.
The second part of the name for the town, Waenhuiskrans, meaning wagon-house cliff, comes from an enormous limestone cave (originally called Holkrantz) on one of the beaches. The cave itself got its name from being large enough to turn a wagon with its full span of of oxen hitched!
The immensity of the cave is overshadowed only by the stunning view of the open ocean at the mouth of the cave. As our eyes adjusted to the darker interior, the colours on the walls and roof of the cave held us spell bound. The tide was rising and rising fast. We had but a few minutes to breathe in the magic and promise ourselves a return visit.
An hour’s drive from Arniston brought us to Cape Agulhas, the geographic southern tip of the African Continent. This is where the Indian Ocean “officially” meets the Atlantic Ocean. The place was named by Portuguese sailors “Cabos das Agulhas” or “Port of Needles” – after they found that the compass needle (the direction of the magnetic north) coincided with the true north.
The storms, conflicting water currents and the shallow continental shelf off this coast have made this cape notorious for centuries among sailors. The entire region is littered with wrecks (The HMS Arniston being one of the most infamous). A lighthouse was built here in 1848 to aid navigation. It is now a small museum with a little restaurant attached.
Inspite of being a nautical nightmare, Cape Agulhas region is a place of beauty. Rugged rocks crop out of the oceans. Beaches are pristine. And tourists are fewer than expected. As we walked along the beaches and shallow pools, the present faded away and left us with a feeling of being in the distant past. Where pioneering ships sailed by – or wrecked themselves – and sailors and survivors had to learn to live with the land and the sea and build a happy life for themselves out of loss and hardship. Their ingenuity and resourcefulness was what would keep them alive. Their stubbornness to be happy would ensure that they never surrendered to their trials …