Saturday, September 27, 2014

Mezzuna... The restaurant - To die for : Desserts, Much to be desired : Service

How did i find this?

Their numerous advertisements in social media. Succumbing to the information bombardment, i finally visited their website and logged on to read a few reviews.The place was highly visited and reviewed, and favorable reviews definitely outnumbered the cruel ones! So maybe, just maybe, this was one those places that provide substance to match their image.

So we had a big occasion coming up - Sagar's last birthday in his 20s and we decided to treat our family here. Reservation process was completely hassle free, with no nonsensical rule of making reservations for 7.30 or after 9.30 only! That is one silly rule, i must say. I am sure the restaurants have a perfectly logical answer for the said rule, but just putting it out there...we hate it and it is highly inconveniencing.
So plus one for Mezzuna, I was getting a good feeling about this place already!

We got a choice of table we wanted as the restaurant was not very crowded on a Thursday evening at 8.30 pm. The issue was with everything we ordered - single malt, margaritas, or wine...our first choice was not available. No vodka based drinks were available, four seasons wine was not available. I am serious, not one thing was our first choice. Though the staff was more than helpful in suggesting something else, but still. Sometime, you just want what you want!

 We moved on to the starters - the sauteed mushrooms and mezze platter were good. Except for the beet dip, all dips were excellent on the platter. But again that is a question of taste buds and my taste buds, thanks to the visual input received, refuse to eat anything that looks as pink as beet!

Main course - we ordered the veg wrap, pork chops, brick grilled chicken and fish and chips. And all were good, the brick grilled chicken was exceptional. All in all a satisfactory meal. 

But the highlight of the evening was the desserts - it took 20 minutes to arrive - but was worth the wait. The two berry cheesecake was exquisite, with each bite taking you closer to the heaven of deserts. 

As was the dark fudge chocolate and the mousse, i am not a big chocolate fan, but from the reactions i had from the chocolate lovers, they seemed just as close to dessert heaven as i 
was with my two berry cheesecake.

I would visit again for the desserts alone.


Visited on: 4th September 2014
With : Family, 6 adults, 1 child
Mezzuna  - Their Facebook page
Reviews - In case you want to read more reviews
Contact: 020 39397755, 020 39397756
Address: Cafe Mezzuna, City Point, Dhole Patil Road ( next to the old Lush, in the same complex as Mainland China)

Birthday dinner :)

Friday, September 26, 2014

The trash books

We all have them.
The silly detective stories, the lame lawyers, maybe some romantic ones, some tragic, some funny, written in the simplest of languages, appealing to the masses.

But sometimes we forget that we are the masses!

These books are there on our bookshelves, hidden from view, or maybe given a small little space to settle and keep quiet in.
The trashy books - the absolutely mindless books, the books you read when you are just about done with War and Peace and have decided to start with History of God. Sometimes you need these books even  when you are in the middle of a book, say Dante's Divine Comedy or The Illiad.

These are books you don't buy online or in Crosswords, but at flea markets and exhibitions. They are the ones with a torn cover, or the ones whose cover page, or maybe even some page (s) on the inside is missing. (And trust me, a few pages missing here and there make no difference to your understanding of the story). These are the books with something written on the inside - something as silly as "this book belong to - ".
The pages are worn and these books have exchanged hands many times. They have traveled a diverse landscape to fall into our hands.

And if only books could talk, these books would be the ones with the greatest stories to tell. The things they would have seen, the number of places they would have been, the odd set of people who would have owned them. To have seen so much and experienced so widely, what would the freshly printed, cover bound books, mass produced and distributed through online and retail stores have on them? The horrors of a warehouse maybe, and the love of one person? That's it!

Turn the pages of these "not so fancy" books, and let your imagination wonder. Check the inscription, "given to Yaseen, love Appa", so maybe this book was gifted to a little girl by her grandfather and she loved it. And then when she grew a little older and could travel by herself, she took the book along.
I remember in a home stay in South Africa, i had finished reading my book and had borrowed a book from the owner, however i could not complete it before i left and the owner asked me to take the book with me, she said books are never meant to be returned. So i took the book with a German woman's name on it and left my book there, with my name on it. i wonder how far that book must have traveled? Definitely, more than me!

So, maybe this Yaseen is not an Indian, but is from the exotic (chaotic now) Middle East and she left it on her trip to Mumbai at a restaurant. Maybe, a waiter at the restaurant, who was learning English saw it and decided to take it. Let's call him Vijay, and maybe it helped Vijay, because these books are written simply, to be understood by everyone and enjoyed by all. That's why they can travel everywhere so easily, because they appeal to everyone, because they are open to everyone.
 And then let's say Vijay decides to visit his family in Pune and takes a bus there. And maybe, he forgets it on the bus and the person sitting next to him picks it up. Let's call this person Rahul, and assume he is an IT professional working in Pune, back from a harrowing time in Mumbai and he has found his salvation for the evening. He decides to have a quiet evening at home with his "not requiring immense concentration" book and it sounds perfect.
Let's say Rahul does not complete the book at  night and decides to carry it with him to the office to read in the cab. Once he gets to office, he sees that his company has organized a flea market for recycled products, the proceeds of which are going to charity. And employees are encouraged to donate anything that they can! And he is thinking  : So that's what was on all the green flyers being distributed at the office for the last week. He decides to put his book in there.
And then there is me. And i happen to read in the paper that there is a flea market being organized, so close to the restaurant where Sagar and I have made reservations for our Sunday lunch date. And i decide to drop by.
I roam about the place, and reach the book stall. I pick up the book randomly. I AM a little exhausted by the book i am reading right now and i think, this is perfect. A "silly" book to get my mind all re-energized. And so i decide to buy it. I know this is going to last for 2 days and then i can go bac to my "real" book. Hah! Am i glad i found this little flea market. I decide to take a few more books while i am at it.

I glance inside my first book, and secretly thank Appa for gifting this book to Yaseen.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

The lazy couple's dinner...

It was one of those days, where your stomach craves good, home cooked, exotic food, but your mind and body are in no mood to indulge the stomach - the eternal tussle.
So they reached a compromise - a lazy dinner of leftovers and soup.
Leftovers because, well, you have to get rid of them sometime and soup because i love it and Sagar's down with a flu...but more because i love soups!

So this is our dinner -
1. Celery and spring onion soup, with mushroom (sounds so cool, doesn't it?)
2. Roti wrap ( I don't know what else to call it, but it is just that - lots of stuffing put in the leftover roti and wrapped and gobbled!)

This recipe follows on the lines of Tarla Dalal's cream of celery soup, though i have tweaked it a little to include mushrooms and spring onions and make my soup a little more liquid, as opposed to the thick soup mentioned in the recipe!

Serves : 1 person who loves soup and 1 person who is made to have one bowl (so 3 bowls comfortably!)

Time: 25 minutes (if your husband does not insist on helping you, longer if he does :) )

Ingredients for the soup:

1. Celery - 2 stalks, chopped, stalks only
2. Spring onions -  2 stalks, roughly chopped
3. Onion - 1/4th, roughly chopped
4. Potato - 1 small, boiled, peeled and chopped
5. Button mushrooms - 3, sliced
6. Soy sauce - I have used Chings dark soy sauce
7. Milk - 1.5 cups
8. Flour - added to the milk - 2 tbsp (used in place of cornstarch, did not have cornstarch at home! Substitution ratio is 2 tbsp flour for every 1 tbsp of corn starch, random bit of information i picked up from somewhere)
9. Water - 1.5 cups
10. Butter / olive oil - 1/2 tsp

My Ingredients plate
Don't forget the milk and flour mixture

Its quite easy

1.  Heat the butter in a vessel
2.  Add Onion and brown ( add potato here if you do not have a boiled one, already)
3.  Add celery stalks and cook for about 3 minutes on a medium flame
4.  Add spring onions and potato and cook for 2 minutes
5.  Add 1.5 cups of water and simmer for 8 minutes. (add 1 cup water if you like your soup thick)
6.  Turn off the gas and let cool

If following recipes visually is more your style, don't confuse celery with spring onions. Celery goes in first
7. Once cooled, or if you want to use your time efficiently (which i of course did), when the mixture is cooling, take a pan and a very tiny bit of oil to it, once hot, saute the mushrooms in it and add soy sauce to the mushrooms. Let the mushrooms and soy sauce accept each other and merge, then turn the pan off and let it rest.

Mushrooms in the pan
8. Once cooled, add the onion-potato-spring onion-celery mixture to a blender and blend till smooth.
9. Strain the mixture. Again do this only if you want your soup to be very very smooth. If you like a bit of texture, no need to strain.
10. Heat up the original vessel, add the milk and flour mixture to the strained or not strained veggies mixture and let it come to a boil on a medium flame
11. Add salt, pepper and simmer for 10 mins. Keep stirring continuously at this point.
 If you don't do this step - something bad will happen to you!!!
Umm...your flour will stick to the bottom of the pan and you will not have a very nice soup..that's bad enough!

Before serving, put in the soy sauteed mushrooms and you are done!

The Roti Wrap

This recipe takes its inspiration from a subway Sub - basically putitng all healthy (leftover) veggies in bread (roti, in this case), generous topping of cheese, mayo or any other dressing and makes for messy eating!

Serves: 2 people not very hungry after having yummy celery soup!

Time: 10 minutes


1. Rotis - 2
2. Onion - 1, finely chopped
3. Green, red, yellow capsicum - 1/2 each, finely chopped
4. Mushrooms - 3, sliced
5. Garlic - 4 cloves, thinly sliced
6. Mayo - 2 tbsp
7. Cheese - any kind. i had processed Amul cheese - 1/2 cup, shredded
8. Eggs - 2, optional
9. Any other veggies or even meat bits that you woould like in your wrap - carrots, chicken, salami, tomatoes, corn - anything
10. salt and pepper
11. Jalapenos - 2, cut in two, optional
12. Chilly flakes - as per taste. red chilli powder will do juts fine. I had to use the flakes bought a long time ago
13. Baby corn - 2, chopped, optional

Plate of ingredients

1. Heat oil in a pan. Add the onion and garlic to it.
2. Saute till the onions become translucent.
3. Add baby corn / corn if you like and saute for 2 minutes
4. Add all colored peppers and saute for another 3 - 4 minutes.
5. Add the mushrooms and stir.
6. Add salt and pepper. (be careful with the amount of salt, we are also going to add salt to the egg that is going to coat the roti).

Follow the pictures

7. Now just take it off the pan and keep neatly with the rest of the ingredients :)

Visualizing neatness
8. Take 2 eggs and whisk them, add salt and pepper

How cute is this silicon blue whisk?
9.   Put the original pan up on heat and spread some butter / olive oil.
10. Dip your roti in the eggs, coat it well on both sides and put on the pan.
11. Depending on how crisp you enjoy your wrap, flip the roti and on the flipped side put in the filling mixture.
12. Top with mayo and cheese and jalapenos and some herbs if you like.

Wrap it up carefully and serve!


Check out other recipes and ideas on Sunday Showcase Party

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

The sounds of efficiency

There is something very calming about being on the factory shop floor.
The sounds of machines, matching rhythmically with each other, the consistent opening and closing of die moulds, the raw material being processed, minute by minute, to be churned out as a completely different product.
There is a sense of calm, of predictability, of order.
A feeling of utopia, where every machine, man and part is working in perfect harmony.

Sometimes (not often) you get to view the ideal shop floor - the linear work flow, the online production and packing and dispatch. And you just stand there in wonder - it is quite a sight!
It is like having your life laid out in front of you and you can pick from this shop that comprises the whole universe, anything that you like and place it anywhere that you like in the scheme of your life. You can decide the order and quantity of everything, you can decide how long a part / a person will be a part of your life and exactly what that person's role is going to be.
You can decide what events will make your life, at what stage of life will you experience these events, how they will change the product, that is you.

But even with all this control, i am not so sure that we will be any happier or sadder or more depressed or any different that we already are! And that is because if you could line up you life the way you wanted it to be, you would be missing out on a very important ingredient that makes life so beautiful - Spontaneity!

We go through life quite spontaneously. What makes it so beautiful and so scary is the very unpredictability of life - can you really be sure you are even going to get to see the next day?
Many experiences, people, events, relationships mold us and shape us to be who we are. Many things happen to us, even without our knowledge, and change us forever.
And it all seems so random, like nothing is ever connected. But sometimes, just sometimes, you get to view the thread of connectivity and in these brief moments of clarity, you really get to sense the meaning of it all.
But these moments and so brief and so rare, that they do not really define us or our lives.
What actually defines us are the disconnected dots that we experience, and each dot hold within itself an infinite amount of meaning, it is just that we don't get to see it often.
The most we can do is trust ourselves and know that everything around us has a reason for existence, everything and everyone that comes in touch with us has a reason for the connection.
Sometimes, we forget the fragility of our lives, we take it for granted that we are going to get to see the next day.
The spontaneity is scary, but it is to be celebrated at the same time.
So travel a lot and don't just be a tourist, do crazy stunts, know another country as well as yours, know another's house and parents as well you do yours,  laugh till your stomach hurts, run till you feel your heart pump, take a day off just because, spend a night on the terrace, call the friend you have been meaning to call for the last 10 years, drink a different drink the next time, learn a new language, learn a new card game, invent your own game and make it so complicated that only you can win, play pictionary with your cousins, watch a movie you never would never dream of watching, read books, collect books, day dream, save up for the dream, get your dream, or whatever part of it you can.
 Because given a choice between being scared and celebrating, we would without a doubt, make it one hell of a party!

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Through the web..

What is history? 
History from the textbooks of modern writers or history from the lips of the very people who made it and lived to see it, biased by their personal prejudices and opinions? Which of the two is valid, which of them is more attuned to the sensibilities of a modern Indian?

These questions form in every young persons mind. To believe the history written and researched through journals and countless papers and memos yellowed with time or to believe the history as told by grandparents, heard as bedtime stories. The irony being that the two contradict each other.

I am a fervent supporter of Gandhi, the same Gandhi who challenged to fast unto death if the partition was carried through, the same Mahatma who stood by the Muslims at the price of being rebuked by the people of his own religion, the same Gandhi who at the height of non violence, almost stubbornly held high is ideal of non violence. The mahatma who connected with the psychology of the masses and had to face death by a “friend “ rather than a foe.

My grandmother’s view of this man could not be more different than mine. She thought him to be a shallow, selfish man who forced the partition of India, the same man her generation blames for the partition. My sources – books written, surprisingly by foreign authors with the help of British diplomats in India during the colonization. Her source- her life.

In her 85 years my grandmother had seen things and changes which would be difficult for us to fathom, let alone live with. How then can we doubt what she or any other member of her generation has to say? 
She fought side by side with Muslims in the freedom struggle. She walked behind the same leaders as with a common vision –Indian independence. Did she or any one at that time imagine what effects the partition would have on the people – Indian or Pakistanis? No. 
She lived in an age where Shivaji was worshiped and now she lives in an age where (allegedly)“the drunken son of Shivaji with no control on his sexual urges” is exalted, while every action of Shivaji's is scrutinized and criticized. How then can you blame them for interfering with the working of a modern economy when they can see the history being altered in front of their eyes? She has lived the age where the only mean of transportation was a bicycle and she has also been overwhelmed by the working of an airplane. She lived in an age where neighbors meant not people living on either side of you but on either side of your lane too. And now she feels she is in a world where genuineness is as rare as a rainbow.

They feel it is their duty to make sure that the world knows and appreciates history as it is rather than molding it to suit the convenience of a people of a country. 
History needs to be pure, free from all elevations and deletions; just plain summary of what is was to live in that forgotten era. I wonder if we will ever know the true history – the history lost in the sands of time!

PS: This short article was written by me in 2006, when i was 20 years old and in a discussion with my grandmother, I realized how different her views of history actually were, especially the fact that she did not revere Mahatma Gandhi.
I found this article in my quest to clean my (extremely) old hard drive! 
It has been copy pasted as it is!

Friday, September 5, 2014

360 degree turn

This time Ganpati was a particularly stressful time - getting up in the morning (earlier than usual) to clear up the pooja mess of last night, clearing the utensils and water, and flowers and getting the area cleaned up for the morning arti, getting ready for work, cooking lunch (this is a holiday period for my cook also), making breakfast, rushing to work, coming back, deciding a time when all family members will be available in the evening to perform the evening arti, getting everything ready of the evening arti and so the next day. It seemed endless and i was thankful that we had Ganpati for only 5 days!
Which seemed like such a weird thing to be thankful for!
There were times in my childhood i remember i wanted Ganpati to not leave ever. I used to cry at Ganpati Visarjans, because they marked an end to limitless sweets, gifts and merry evenings and also because i used to oddly get attached to the idol and wonder if it could swim or whether really his parents lived under the water and he was going back to them (the stories my parents would make up!)

With Ganpati came yummy food, food now that we think of in terms of calories consumed and fret.
With Ganpati came getting dressed up in new clothes, now it seems like another chore.
With Ganpati came the decoration mania and creative ideas, now it was about doing just enough and on the last day to pass it off as decoration.
With Ganpati came people visiting, laughter and talk, now it is more work for me - getting the guests food and making polite conversation.
With Ganpati came singing the arti and seeing who remembered most of it - my sister or I, now it is fretting about the length of the arti and glancing at the book to see the number of paragraphs left to be covered.

I am an atheist.
 I don't remember ever praying to God or asking him for anything. I was always taught that being a good and decent human being was a life well lived and God never pictured in this. My childhood was actually quite God-free. The fear of God was never instilled in us, as was the fear of doing something wrong and then having to face consequences on our own. (or maybe just facing our mother's wrath!)
It was always about being true to yourself, respecting yourself and others, knowing that you cannot lie to yourself and are always watched by your conscience (and extremely vigilant parents!) which will let you know the right from the wrong.

I do not believe in all the rituals that are to be performed, their order or their content. I don't believe God ever said do these things, in this specific order only or you will be damned to hell. As a child i used to picture God as an arts teacher, someone who would encourage us to push creative boundaries, be free and be good. So all these stifling, rigid rituals have never appealed to me. And as i grew up, and was given the choice to believe or not, i chose to stay away from these rituals. I chose to try and be good instead of know all the mantras. I chose to try and be respectful and calm, instead of pray. I chose to try and be kind, instead of perform endless poojas.
So Ganpati was never about worshiping God, as it was about getting together and celebrating the festival.

So it is not about my belief in God diminishing or wavering, it is about my perception - how i perceive the festival has changed.
When did this festival become such a burden?
How did welcoming Ganpati change from being joyous to arduous?

It was because as a child i only had to eat the sweets, stand and recite the arti, be with all my cousins and friends all day, play and eat some more. Now i am on the other side, where i have to keep the machinery working, buy / make food to eat, have everything ready for the arti, clean up, dress up and it all seems like an endless cycle, waiting to be broken.

So, then, am i going to take this tradition forward?
Or am i going to stop the tradition because being on the other side, makes me feel like a hypocrite, performing all these rituals when actually i don't believe in them at all?

Can it not be only about celebrating the joy of being together with family? Can we not celebrate the festival the way we want to?
I don't remember my mother ever sulking about the work she had to do, which was a lot more than what i do, or not making polite conversations with people who drop by, who were definitely more than the guests i have to interact with. She may not be an (open) atheist, but she isn't religious either. How did she manage to do everything with a smile on her face?

Maybe she did it for us, my sister and me.

In her words - "I will understand when i have children of my own."

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Part 2 - Garden Route, South Africa - The road trip

Part 2 - Our journey from Mossel bay to Knysna, Tsitsikamma and finally Port Elizabeth.

Part 1 can be viewed here

DAY 5: 19th April

Mossel Bay
It was a 3 hour drive from Montagu to Mossel Bay and we had booked an apartment at Fairways Self catering apartments on the Mossel Bay golf estate. If you are ever here, don't even think about going anywhere else. Just pray that they are not booked, because Mrs. Almerie and Koos are the best hosts ever! They helped us with things to do around Mossel Bay and every evening was spent chatting at their place, which is right below your apartment. It felt like home :)

We went our for lunch to this place called Cafe Havana. Do try the lemon butter fish fingers. It is a little Cuban cafe on the main street.
The Fairways Apartment was so beautiful and the golf estate is so green and well kept, that we decided to stay put in the evening instead of heading to town.

DAY 6: 20th April

Oudtshoorn and Cango caves

Early morning we headed to the Cango caves. Do book in advance for this. There are different adventure levels as per your liking, and more importantly, your fitness level. We stuck with the heritage tour. It takes about 60 minutes, through some truly mesmerizing natural formations of stalactites and stalagmites.

Next stop was the Cango Wildlife Ranch. It is a well managed ranch, with experienced and entertaining tour guides. If you have kids with you, definitely visit here. If not, it is OK if you skip this. We had lunch here which was strictly average.

The plan was to visit Bartholomeu Museum in the evening, however it was shut. We decided to do it the next day

Day 7: 21st April
A trip to Zorgfontain Game Farm.
A note of caution - their registered address is different than the game farm address. We reached the registered address, where we were informed to proceed to the Game farm and a really complex set of directions was narrated to us through the voice box at the gate. No, we did not meet anyone there and no one bothered coming out! And trust me, unless you have a directional expert with you (Sagar, not me!) you are bound to get lost. the place is not even marked on the GPS! And it is really really difficult to follow the directions of some voice booming out of a box of a hurried lady with an accent you are unfamiliar with!
But the journey was worth all the trouble...because I GOT TO TOUCH A LION.
That's it! This was definitely the highlight of my trip.
The lion and the lioness (apparently they were siblings) roam around with you and of course you have the experienced guides with you, but it was terrifying.
Now we realized why the place was situated in the middle of nowhere!
And what stories we had to tell Mrs. Almerie and Koos that evening over dinner!

Day 8 :
This was the day we said bye to Mossel Bay, but not before checking out the Bartholomeu Dias Museum. The best part was the famous 500 year old post office tree, in which in 1500 Pedro de Ataide, Commander of one of Cabral's ships, on his return journey from the east, left a letter in a shoe.

And then we were off to Knysna.
We stayed here at the The hideaway Guesthouse, which is just before you hit the town center of Knysna. Very easy to follow signs and arrows. We were also given an upgrade!

We headed over to Thessen Island, to catch the sunset cruise from there.
Lunch was the 360 degree north, an amazing Italian joint on the water front, recommended by Coleen, our host.
It was afternoon and most shops were shut.
The sunset cruise consisted of a row around the Island on a sail boat, complete with wine and oysters. The changing colors of the sky are amazing to watch. Just like the weather in South Africa, the sky changes from purple to pink to yellow in a matter of a few heartbeats and present some amazing photographing opportunities.

 We found a a cornew of a small town in South Africa...hamara Bajaj moment :)

We found an excellent Indian restaurant on the main street - Raasoie. And this is where we headed for all our meals in this town. The owner was a Bengali, who had taught the local servers in the restaurant a few appropriate Hindi words and they did make an excellent effort to make us feel at home, it was not until we ate here that we realized we really did miss Indian food!


This was the day that i was dreading the most, and Sagar was looking forward to the most - SKY DIVING at Plettenberg Bay with Sky Dive Plett. In a moment of false courage I had yes to the activity and now i was scared stiff! We went to the airport at Plettenberg Bay, where you have to report - they take you through the procedure briefly and explain all safety instructions and then before you know it you are off - geared and all, with your tandem dive instructor / partner in a small plane that looks like a toy. And then when the plane takes off and you are sitting there on the floor, looking at all the vehicles and people getting smaller by the minute, trying to focus on the landmarks that your instructor is pointing out to you, you realize what mess you have got yourself in! I dove from 10,000 feet and mu husband had opted for 12,000 ft. So i had to be the first one to jump and i was almost pushed out. And then starts this free fall, of which i quite honestly don't remember much, and then when the parachute is pulled out, the thing that hits you is that there is no sound. It is quiet, silent, still and you are gazing at the world from up up up above and everything looks so serene and small.
We had opted for a beach landing and so we came down on the Plettenberg beach with people standing around cheering and clapping for you! And in all this i completely forgot about Sagar, till my instructor pointed out to a tiny black dot in the sky swaying and sashaying down towards the beach.
It was an experience to remember, no doubt, but i also don't think it is something i would care to do again!

I HAD to get a video, knowing me, i was sure no one would believe me if i told them back home that i had done sky diving. This was the proof - of me doing something i would never have dreamed of doing!

And then we rode back to where our car was, said our goodbyes and we were off to a heavy lunch at our favorite Indian restaurant, because we deserved it!

DAY 10

We headed to Port Elizabeth to catch our flight the next day.
But before that, one last stop was to be made - Tsitsikamma National Park, where we did zip lining with Zip Line Tour. The drive to Tsitsikamma is beautiful, we also, finally, had good weather. We first stopped at the visitor's center cafe where we had a quick breakfast and then got directions to the Zip Line tour place - again very easy to follow.
After sky diving, zip lining hardly felt like adventure, but it was fun nonetheless.
Carry you cameras, as there is a way you can secure the camera while zip lining. We did not know this and left our cameras in the car :(

We zip lined 8 times, with the longest being 211 meters, zipping across valleys and gorges and over rivers. The best part is that your speed is in your hands, so you can control it to slow down and watch the gorgeous views, but you also need to be carefully that you don't stall midway and have to be rescued!

We made our way to Port Elizabeth, where we stayed at Al-Biet, Port Elizabeth. This was situated close to the airport and provided an amazing breakfast before our check out. They are almost like a self catering apartment, they do not have a restaurant and provide take aways and delivery choices. Comfortable, but basic rooms.

DAY 11

And finally we said good bye to our Garden Route Road Trip.
We love road trips - and this was was truly special with spectacular views and attractions, amazing hospitality all the way. This is something we have decided to come back for!