I decided to stay another night in Ggeberha (Port Elizabeth). Sundays in small dorpies inland can be complicated and the place I was eyeing up wasn't available tonight so I booked a different bnb in the other side of the city. I've never been this side -other than driving through on the N2. It feels very different but perhaps it was the wind as it was blowing a lot harder when I checked in.
I drove down to Humewood Beach and the sea was like a big dam. There were no waves at all. Years ago it was a different sea when my sister was swimming in the Iron Man competition. Today there were mounted police on the beach instead of the thousands of wet suited contestants of 2015. The Herald Cycle tour took place this weekend so the road near Summerstrand was closed but I didn't need to get close so I walked along the Shark Rock pier.
I realised that I had walked down the pier with my dad, years ago and I had a big pang in my heart so decided to take a photo anyway. The city is really all memories of him, and I ended up eating lunch at the same restaurant. I'm really glad to have stopped here as it hadn't been on my radar to visit but it has given me a great sense of closure that I didn't know I needed.
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