To Stellenbosch
A bus took us to the surburbs where we picked up our Maui Motor Homes. It took a wrong turn into a new housing area which gave us a good view of home life. Every home was surrounded by a security fence, had barred windows, and a sigh "Warning Armed Response" posted. The prosperous residents do not seem to feel secure.
Our MH pickup was very efficient. All were prepared with our names posted on the entrance door. Almost too quickly we had our bags loaded and were off to the Grocery Stop across the street. As always, the first grocery shopping stop is a cultural experience. Most things we are accustomed to are there, but labeled very differently. A few just aren't available. Just part of the Adventure.
English influence prevails, and Left is Right. Driving is on the left side of the road, and our stick shift MH's are shifted with the left hand. The small Mercedes diesel engine has to be in the correct gear or it dies. It can only be restarted by turning the switch completely off. Bit of a safety hazard when it dies in the middle of a turn across traffic! I only missed one turn enroute to our campground.
Mountain Breeze Caravan Park was above my expectations. It had a lot of other campers and most of the cabins were filled. Facilities were as good as most stateside parks. These Maui's were a bit different from the ones we had in Australia and I couldn't get the electrical plug to work to recharge my camera batteries. (later found I had missed a hidden switch).
Most of us went to dinner at a local winery. I had Springbok medallions, which were superb. They were milder and more tender than Sally's beef fillet. We got back to the campground late, and still had to unpack our bags. A very full day.