There is a little town nestled north of the coast, near halfway between Cape Town and Port Elizabeth in South Africa. This little town boasts several “tourist attractions” for the curious travellers, and I had a hard time peeling myself away from Oudtshoorn.
I stayed at a fantastic hostel aptly named Backpacker’s Paradise. After my few days camping there, it was beginning to feel like a home away from home.
I might’ve been turned off by the cold temperatures that left me cocooning in my sleeping bag, waking up to the peculiar sensation of the nylon liner getting sucked up my nostrils, but when I was finally brave enough (or hungry enough, or needing “the facilities” badly enough), there was a fire stoking and as much hot tea as my heart desired.
Even despite my “rougher” choice of accommodation (my own tent), by camping there, I was still afforded the privilege of discounts on all the local shenanigans to pass my time, and was welcomed by the staff like a friend.
And after long days of long bike rides, ostrich rides, and horseback rides, it was nice to be able to snuggle into the comfortable hug of a hammock.
Find them online at http://www.backpackersparadise.net