A million teen bikini’s attending the beach and streets during the Plett Rave should have invigorated this voyeur’s fantasies but instead my body absorbed a suntan whilst my body fought every drop of perspiration that threatened dehydration and insanity.
I was in Plettenberg Bay, 30km up the coast from Knysna. Amazing how 2 towns can be so close to one another yet look like different planets. Knysna’s famous Heads separate estuary from sea so that it’s a world of placidity and fantasy. Plett is a blatant glare of white buildings and white beaches. If only holidaymakers were aware that they could experience both these contrasts.
You’ve already seen many of my Knysna photos so i will just share a few of Plett, snapped with my cellphone as i walked towards the sea.