Hamleys train ride

We stepped up to the station at V & A , greeted by the friendly train conductors as they guided us to wait at the train stop guarded by the  wooden Hamleys guard.

Excitement mounted as I paid our R20 each for bears first train ride. It was only after we got home that I noted if we’d taken our tickets to the store inside we could have claimed our free button badges (guess which mamma saved her tickets for the next time we at V & A 😉?)

The polite conductors chatted away to bear, who by now knew something exciting was about to happen and was squealing in delight. After they helped me load my shopping,  fold my pram and pack it into the end coach, the conductor held bear so I could climb in the train. 

Kiddy music filled the air and I was transformed to a noddy story land awaiting our magical train ride.

I couldn’t resist asking the conductor to take a photo or seven to remember our experience.

With a toot of the horn we ambled through the V & A. Rickety sounds of train on cobbled path encompass the ambiance of this unique experience. 
Bear was a picture of delight as he squealed and waved screaming “elo” to all those we passed. Not once would he sit down . He chose to stand and hold on,  scared he would miss something along the way.

The train ride was the most comfortable , safe way to get an overall look at the V & A and just before it turned to head back to the station the driver made snake like patterns , tooting the horn and delighting all the kiddies ( and adults too) .
We ricketly made our way back to the station and I must say I was sorry to see the experience end. Bear loved every moment of the ride and it was well worth R20 each .
A huge well done to Hamleys for employing such helpful, polite staff.


The tip of Africa

Along our route home papa suggested we stop at Cape Aghulus and visit the tip of Africa with bear. I was super excited…aside from discovering something  new we would also get to visit the local lighthouse which now houses a museum.

500 years ago Portuguese seafarers discovered this odd place, calling it “needle  cape” as their compass needles did not read any variation between  magnetic and true north in this area. Now days a 24 ° variation can be found but the magnetic poles are constantly moving. 

Other stories suggest the area earned its name from the ragged rocks and pointed reefs offshore owing to the many ship wrecks in the area.

Cape Aghulus is often windy and desolate , well known for storms and raging waves. 

According to the International Hydrographic Assosiation , this is the geographic Southern tip of Africa and the begining of the dividing line between the Indian and Atlantic oceans.

We started our walk at the foot of the Southern tip foot path, a wooden walkway leading from the foot of the magnificent lighthouse , along the dune side sand and coastal fauna hiding the hibernating tortoise,  past the oceans rugged rocks and gentle waves to a monument announcing the Southern tip.

And just like that we marked off another item off our travel bucket list 😀


Have Baby will travel 

We returned late Saturday from our 2 week road trip, exhausted and rejuvenated.

It is only when you travel by road that you are reminded of the beautiful country that we live in. Each province yielding its own Pandoras box of mysteries.

Bear travelled so well. He hardly moaned and seemed to enjoy sharing his back seat with mamma as I belted out the lyrics to far too many 80 songs and gave him a running commentary of the local scenery. 

My car performances leave much to be desired and I’m surprised papa and bear didn’t tell me to shush😂😂😂

living from suitcases, cooler boxes and the car proved an interesting experience and now that I know bear has inherited his mammas gypsy soul. ..I see many a future road  trip ahead.

As always the beauty of a road trip is in making memories, the people you meet and the experiences you encounter.  

I’ll be blogging our trip journal this  week , as one post is not nearly enough for our first road trip adventures. 

If I had to find one single  moment that stands out on our whole trip , it would most certainly be the suprise of bears dedication in KZN .

But sadly , as most things do , our trip has ended and its back to the real world.

Have a magical Monday mammas 👧


Have Baby will travel …. day 2

Bear woke full of smiles and ready for his rather chilly day. It seems strange freezing after all our gorgeous sunny Cape Town days, but here bear is snug as a bug in his tracksuits.

No adventures today as papa had some work to do so bear and mamma chilled.  We played with his Fischer price apps on the tab, sang , read his book and played with all his toys. He explored uncle  Litas house and then we played in the garden.

Bear loves the flowers and its very entertaining watching him feel the cool green grass between his fingers.

Tomorrow we off to Port st Johns …..


Have Baby will travel …. day 1

In the midst of a dark 4.30am coffee call, papa bear and i decided to just load a sleeping bear in the car and get our road trip started.

 We had packed the night before and miraculously managed to get everything in …who knew packing with a baby and a mom with FOLSB (FEAR OF LEAVING SOMETHING BEHIND) would mean packing in everything short of the kitchen sink,

Grabbing the last few bags and cooler bag of snacks , we put out the dirt and locked up.

Sleeping baby in the back , 80’s music on and coffee flasks ready we were on our way …..

We left Cape Town with the moon high and the north star guiding us over the dark highway, trucks of all proportions our only companions until we reached the tunnel when a few cars shared the winding roads through the mountains. 

The Sun awoke and showered her brilliant hues of orange and red flames across the sky just before we got to Beaufordwest. 

A calm bear slept , snug and warm until then and as he began to niggle awake I climbed into the back seat to give him his morning bottle. He awoke to this mamma bear singing away , the Sun dancing her sunrise before him and papa bears familiar greetings. A happy bear smiled and took his bottle , but not before he flashed me a dirty look for being in his back seat.

I love the Karoo and have many wonderful memories of my years living there , so my heart tugged as i saw the familiar landscape of brown open spaces, windmills and aloe scattered along our drive with the odd sheep making an appearance. 

Our first stop was in Beaufortwest for petrol and bathrooms. We all stretched our legs and climbed back into the car. Bear nibbled on his breakfast biscuits and sang along to the music. At one point he discovered the sky roof and was laughing at the clouds. His favourite scrat kept him companion and I turned to see the rhythm of the car had put him to sleep.

We wound our way towards the town of Aberdeen, where I used to live many years ago. The road between Beaufordwest and Aberdeen is barren and never seems to end . A lone farm house breaks the monotonous view of open fields. 

As we entered Aberdeen , the sense of home calls and I was reminded how much I love small towns. Their old , antique architecture with its typical Cape Dutch gables and the huge modest churches.  As I directed papa to the municipality where I worked for a short period , I noted how nothing changes. The shops are still in the same place and the same people work there, they just older.

I got to catch with old work colleagues as bear smiled at these friendly people and we headed back on our way towards Graaf Reniet. I always stay alert on the road between Aberdeen and Graaf Reniet, as years ago a kudu jumped in front of us, almost causing an accident. We were also looking for the bed on one of the farms.

Stories go that during the groot trek a young farmers wife died in childbirth and he buried his wife and baby in this spot,  placing the large metal bed over their grave to stop the leopards eating them.

The large Karoo mountain range is one of my favourites and we entered Graaf Reniet with a giggling bear now snacking on his wafers after a yoghurt treat.

We left the old town roads towards Craddock, winding up the mountains. Wild monkeys and baboons greeted us along our way and we saw a heard of buck grazing in the nature reserve. 

We stopped for lunch in Craddock and bear enjoyed a nice crawling stretch on the grassy patch outside the local Spur.  Papa and I hurriedly ate our burgers and as i watched him drown his fries that looked 10 days old and refried, in sauces I pushed mine to the side …The last thing I felt like was food posioning.

I climbed into the back and we headed back on the road. I’m not sure how the road to Queenstown was as i fell asleep with bear, awaking to find us leaving Queenstown in our wake on the way to Umtata.

The rural, ragged road to Umtata is scattered with the most gorgeous natural scenery , bright clay traditional houses and farm animals wondering Everywhere.  Taxis race back and forth and only the huge speed bumps stop them.

14 hours later we reached our destination .

Bear finally got to meet our friend Lita, a braai on and smiles all round.

Bear did very well for his first road trip and not once did he niggle …. I think we creating a travel junkie 😂😂😂😂