Thorsten and I spent two days in Arniston, a tiny seaside town about three hours southeast of Cape Town, as part of a mini Western Cape road trip to celebrate our anniversary. Our stay in Arniston was courtesy of the Arniston Spa Hotel and Cape Country Routes.
I should have been prepared for how charming and beautiful this town is, as many people told me about it before we went. Nonetheless, I was stunned.
Many of the road signs leading to town read “Arniston/Waenhuiskrans”, which doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. But this is the only town in South Africa with two official names – one English and one Afrikaans – and apparently lots of people call it Waenhuiskrans even though Google Maps and other official sources call it Arniston. The name Arniston comes from an English ship of the same name that wrecked here, and Waenhuiskrans comes from a cave of the same name (both of which I’ll write about later in the post).
People might disagree on the name of this town, but there’s one thing I think everyone can agree on: Arniston/Waenhuiskrans looks extremely good in pictures.
We stayed at the Arniston Spa Hotel, the only full-sized hotel in town. Our room looked right out onto the ocean.
We spent most of our time in Arniston simply walking around, ogling the beaches, the ocean, and the architecture. You can walk for miles in either direction and never run out of interesting things to see.
Here are the coolest things we saw during our wanderings around Arniston:
Adjacent to Arniston, which is mainly an affluent holiday town, is a working fishing village called Kassiesbaai. The history and culture of Kassiesbaai are incredibly complex, and there is no way I could properly explain it without: 1) Spending several weeks talking to and learning from people in Kassiesbaai; and 2) Writing a dissertation. But in brief: Kassiesbaai has been around since 1905 (although the fishing community has been there since at least 1850) and is a National Heritage Site due to its unique architecture and cultural importance.
Over the decades, government authorities tried several times to demolish Kassiesbaai and remove its residents. Each time, the community fought back and refused to leave. Today the homes in Kassiesbaai are collectively owned by the Waenhuiskrantz Fishermen’s Union and can only be sold or passed down to people within Kassiesbaai. (Read more about Kassiesbaai here and here.)
We loved walking around Kassiesbaai and admiring the houses, which are made of stone (some whitewashed, some in their natural color) and have thatched roofs. I photographed the houses and Thorsten sketched them.
There are a few places selling food and crafts in Kassiesbaai, the most well known of which is Willeen’s. Willeen’s started out as a craft shop but eventually evolved into a full-service restaurant. We had a great meal there on our second night.
We also visited Kassiesbaai Crafts, a small, community craft shop run by Lillian Newman. We had a nice chat with Lillian and her dog, Soekie, and left with a jar of homemade sour fig preserve.
The Waenhuiskrans Cave, about a 15-minute walk from the center of Arniston in the Waenhuiskrans Nature Reserve, is a true natural wonder. Waenhuiskrans means “wagon house cliff” in Afrikaans; the cave was so named because it’s big enough to fit a large wagon and a team of oxen inside.
The cave is under a cliff, right where the sea meets the rocks, and can only be accessed at low tide. Luckily low tide happened at 7:30 a.m. on the morning after we arrived.
The cave is well signposted and fairly easy to walk down into. (Don’t go barefoot or in flimsy flip-flops, as there are some sharp stones along the way.) You have to crawl through a relatively small opening in the rocks to get into the cave, but the experience is totally worth a few moments of claustrophobia.
After the cave we continued south into the nature reserve toward Roman Beach, which is insanely beautiful. At the end of the beach is a 150-year-old beacon erected to help ships navigate around the point, as well as a series of ancient, stonewalled fish traps that indigenous people have used for centuries to catch fish with the tides.
On our second morning we walked north from town (across more beautiful, deserted beaches) to the Arniston shipwreck monument about four kilometers away. The monument commemorates the sinking of the Arniston Transport, the town’s namesake, in September 1816. The original monument was erected soon after the wreck by Lord and Lady Molesworth, who lost four sons in the wreck, but that monument was eventually moved to the Shipwreck Museum in nearby Bredasdorp. The current monument, modeled after the original, went up in 2010.
Wow, this is a really long post. Somehow my small-town posts are always the longest. Expect a couple more Western Cape road trip posts to follow.
Thanks to the Arniston Spa Hotel and Cape Country Routes for accommodating us on this visit.
How have I never blogged about 44 Stanley Avenue, the coolest shopping and dining complex in Joburg, which is only five minutes from my house?
I guess it’s wrong to say I’ve never blogged about 44 Stanley; I’ve mentioned it countless times over the years (see here and here) when writing about specific restaurants or shops that are there. But I’ve never written a dedicated post about 44 Stanley as a destination and it’s about time I did – especially now, with the holidays upon us.
I’ve been dreadfully uninspired lately, struggling to think of anything I want to blog about despite having a long list of great ideas (many of which you, my readers, provided in September). I’m finding it hard to feel positive about life at the moment. But on Saturday Thorsten and I got the chance to visit Indwe Park, an indigenous garden and sculpture park in Braamfontein, and I knew I had my topic for today.
Given this week’s political nuclear bomb blast, it feels like a weird time to publish a light-hearted post about my recent (pre-election) jaunt through the United States. But I’m hoping you’ve have had enough of the U.S. election horror show – I know I have – and are ready (at least temporarily) for some wholesome American travel adventures. If so, please read on about my four-day visit to Maine, the northeastern-most state in the lower 48, with my sister, Susanna.
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