K can be one of the tricky letters to fill for ABC Wednesday, but I was actually spoilt for choice in South Africa. For example, I would have liked to have written about Kipling who was an annual summer visitor to Cape Town.
Then there is the Kudu, the ubiquitous African antelope that tastes delicious! Or the beautiful town of Knysna where George Bernard Shaw had an unscheduled stay after he broke his leg in a car accident.
It might have been the Khoihoi, the indigenous people of the region, or Paul Kruger, the Transvaal State President during the Boar War.
But in the end I settled on Kid of Doom who we saw on our first weekend in Cape Town at the Kirstenbosch Summer Sunset Concerts.
If I’m honest, their music wasn’t much to my taste, described as ‘electro psychedelic rock’, but the Captetonians loved it. My photo of them isn’t one of my best, but we didn’t sit too close to the stage.
I preferred the other sights of Kirstenbosch, the famous botanical gardens nestling in the shadow of Table Mountain, like the sculpture at the top of the page.
But the favourite K of our visit, and a ‘must see’ as far as I was concerned, was the Klein Karoo, that Kipling described in his poem as being the colour of “opal and ash-of-roses, cinnamon, umber and dun.”
I took the photo on the left after we had crossed the mountains from the coast and on to the Klein Karoo on our way to Oudtshoorn that gives its name to mountain range that you can see in the far distance.
It was an extremely hot 40° in Oudtshoorn, the ostrich capital of the world which grew rich in the 19th century from supplying feathers for fashionable Victorian hats.
After Oudtshoorn, we continued across the Klein Karoo, turning west on the R62 towards our day’s destination at Montagu. But there was one sight left to see before we got there — Ronnie’s Sex Shop.
Mrs P raised an eyebrow when she saw it marked on our AA touring map — not an appropriate tourist attraction she thought.
In fact, it is a bar just beyond Ladysmith and not a sex shop at all. It was originally just Ronnie’s Shop until friends of the owner thought they’d add the adjective as a joke.
It has proved a lucrative prank though because it is now a popular landmark, particularly for bikers.