After Bulungula we stayed on the Wild Coast at a place called Coffee Bay.  No one is really sure why it is called Coffee Bay, but such is life.  We spent three nights in a hut overlooking the ocean. The place was nice, without the serene beauty.  Unfortunately, because of its known status as a backpacker place, local people (even young kids) fequently approached you trying to sell marijuana and fresh mushrooms whenever you walked out onto the road outside the hostel.  Kind of sad really, but it is the travellers who create such a situation.  

We spent one day hiking along the shore, which was composed of cliff edges in some parts and was extremely picturesque. Again with villages and rolling hills right up the coast's edge. We made our way to a really cool rock formation called hole in the wall.  Just as it sounds, a big hole in a big wall.  It was a beautiful sight, made better by the exursion to actually get there.  Somethings are just better when you do not drive yourself there.  

There was a small vacation settlement near the site (named Hole in the Wall, really original) where we went and had lunch at the hotel.  We had a bit of an interesting experience, well it was more like an interesting sensation.  By this point we felt that we had gotten use to the extreme levels of security in South Africa, mostly comprised of heavily fenced homes and barbed wire.  You also try to get used to the visible seperation of the people almost everywhere you go there, caucasians shop in the shopping malls, africans shop in the market. Coffee bay was an african town, Hole in the Wall was white.

Hole in the Wall is a small town right next to the beach, the place did not seem like it would need much in the way of security, and the hotel is right in the middle of it all.  The hotel was surrounded by a six foot high mesh fencing with two extra feet of barbed wire to top it off. We had our lunch outside, within the confines of the fence since there were no other places to eat. There were a small amount of African people sitting outside the fence selling arts and crafts and seafood. We watched as some African people would walk by and gaze into the compound.  Everyone in the hotel, besides the staff were caucasian.  I felt like putting up a sign saying "Do not feed, can be dangerous".  In my mind I heard a wildlife adventurer saying "they are elusive creatures, hard to spot in there natural habitat, thankfully we can observe them and learn about some of the charateristics from the vantage of this zoo".  It felt very eerie being caged liked that, especially when it seemed extremely excessive.  I wonder how Africans in the area see such measures. 

After our zoo adventure the girls had a surfing lesson while I got tossed around a bit in the waves trying to put into practice what I knew.  Both Rosanna and Allison managed to get a couple of times.  It was fun to get out into the water, which was riduculously warm.

After our few days at Coffee Bay we had to make tracks for Allison's flight from Joburg.  We stayed in Durban for a couple of nights, which produced some interesting stories of its own, more paranoia from the locals, but that is for another time.

So it had been almost three weeks with the three of us and it had been nice to have some company.  It had been a fun drive and we got to see quite a bit.  We were going to miss our 26 year old adopted child, but she grew up so fast that we knew that she was going to be fine heading back home.