The Plettenberg

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I was invited to one of the The Collection by Liz McGrath  on the Garden Route called The Plettenberg  Not being a huge fan of hotels as the natural Traveller in me prefers a back pack and a cabin in the woods,  or something like that. 

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At the onset its beautiful,  the decor is exquisite, the clean lines with  a touch of antique and rustic,  shaded in blues and greens that gives you that fresh crisp feel of a summers breeze at the ocean.

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The location is just perfect and over looks the Indian Ocean and the Plettenberg Bay Coastal landscape. 

But what made the experience so different was a few little details –

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The people,  I call it the “sacred attention”  factor.  The people are warm and friendly, from the receptionist,  to the General manager, to the cleaning lady that I chatted too. They smile and laugh and  it felt like home, a safe and cared for feeling.

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The location,  originally an old back packers and house that was converted in to a Boutique hotel.  A very smart move!  The view from here must be the best I have every seen in Plettenberg Bay.  It’s so well integrated into the coastline and offers more than a sea view,  it’s more like an Ocean experience. 

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The food,  my favourite subject and pass time.  I love the blend of smells and flavours,  to me food is a form of art and wow,  do they understand this concept,  every item served was just perfect. To round off the aromas we each had a glass of bubbly in hand, what more can I say.

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The Plettenberg is a unique blend of luxury,  hospitality and exquisite food with one of the best ocean views I have ever seen, it is definitely the perfect getaway for anyone international or national.

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Thank you for inviting me, what an amazing experience. 
@gotravelbug
PS : I am taking you up on one of those winter special. ..
The Plettenberg – Collection McGrath
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A Fallen Flight

It was a day like any other day on the Garden Route…..Actually I lie there are no ordinary days in the Garden Route,  there are flyable days and non flyable days and then maybe some iffie days… I think I can fly days.

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I guess Friday was one of them. I walked onto the grass lawn in front of the hotel , stretched my arms out and felt the SW breeze full in my face, perfect  I thought. I trotted back to my car and fetch my packed Paraglider from the boot. The normal prep takes up to 10 min and once the glider was prepped I turned and faced the ocean again,  the wind felt lighter but still good, well I thought to myself if I don’t go up I can land on the beach, or that was the idea at least. I turned back to pull up the glider and it went up with ease, beautiful, I thought. I turned and faced the cliffs edge. Run … and I did.

What I didn’t take into consideration was the ligth air plus the fynbos,  I tried to air walk over it, but no luck, my left foot got stuck and the next thing I was swung to the left, now airborne and approaching a rock section to my left, quiet fast, as it pendulumed me out my left leg hit the side of the rock and immediately I could feel the crunch…. in a split second I knew my leg was broken.

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I fell back onto the fynbos that cushioned my fall , thank goodness, and the sensible clothing I was wearing was a bonus. I was now in agony and biting on my teeth as hard as I can, just breath, just breath, just breath…

Slowly my mind composed itself and the practical me kicked in. Ok, cell phone was in a pocket under me.. not good. Did someone see me fall? I check my position and my glider. I slowly unclipped it. Step one. Then a voice called out in a heavy German accent “are you ok?” “No” , I shouted back. “I am not ok. I have broken my leg.”  The next thing I saw a gentleman bashing through the bushes.. Thomas, a tourist,  he saw me fall and braved his way down the hill through the fynbos. He was light hearted and awesome at that particular moment. He raised the alarm and asked his family to call for help. He assisted getting my harness turned so that I could reach my cell phone.

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First  call was to my friend Judy, much like an older sister to me, as she always keeps me in check. Next call , Warren from NSRI , next paragliding mates… no answer. Ok done, Thomas the angel brought water and kept me laughing, for how ever long I was lying there, which I suspected was for about an hour.

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The next person to arrive on the scene was Rudi,  paramedic specialising in rescue. I had a chuckle when he thanked me for the level of difficulty I created for the rescue….I told him I was glad I could help out, I think. He worked fast and efficient,  the first doses of Morfine went through me like a racing snake, it hardly touch sides and the pain was now pretty unbearable. Yes Rudi, the pain was still a nine.  After stabilising me , checking all the vital signs and feeling a bit more relaxed the fire rescuers arrived. It was time to get me off the side of the cliff and out of my little fynbos nest which I was creating.
The next 10 mins was the most painful I have ever experienced in my life,  they had to straighten me and that ment moving me and my leg to a different position, I screamed like a baby, or maybe howling like  a lone wolf was a better description,  regardless, the blood curling screams were uttering my mouth. I swore to Hylton that if i ever saw him again I’ll strangle him with my own two hands,  but he was very good at ignoring my idle threats and focused at the task at hand.  Judy arrived and I heard her shouting “it’s going to be ok my friend”  tears running down my eyes and smiling at the same time. “Right lets get her on the board”- fear over took me again,  I still tried and joke my way out of this one,  it didn’t work,  next thing I was rolled onto the support board,  I screamed again…

Peter arrived,  a familiar face.  “Hello Pete,  please can I ask you to pack my glider,  etc etc instructions”  well at least my glider was safe.  Thomas has disappeared by now,  I presumed he has gone back up.

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“Good”  I thought,  he was getting sunburnt and there was only so much space at the edge of this Cliff..

Ok next step,  getting me and the board in the bag… Bag? Then I heard it,  the rotor blades of a chopper,  I don’t care in how much pain one is in,  if there is flying involved it means happiness in my life.  You’ll be air lifted by helicopter,  yippee… I know it sounds weird but hey,  flying is flying.

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Ok,  a little more settled and stable, I was bagged,  straps checked,  safety brief,  execution brief.. Done  and ready.  The most amazing sight a helicopter hovering over you to airlift you..  Click,  tied and up,  up up…
Wow,  a few bumps here and there and there I was,  high in the sky.  Not what I had planned for the day but alas..

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A quick movement foward and slowly being lowered onto the lawn in front of the Hotel,  and down.  Hands ,  ropes,  smiling faces,  uniforms,  what a collection of uniforms and faces.

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The first emotion besides pain I felt after that was relief,  seeing Judy,   tears started rolling down my face.  I felt safe…  Then I saw more familiar faces,  waving and smiling on my way to the ambulance.
The safety of the ambulance couldn’t get there quick enough,  Rudi diligently checked my vitals and kept me updated.  Eventually we started moving,  slowly taking on one bump at a time.

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We arrived at the Hospital’s Emergency Care and new hands and faces took over.  My daughter arrived,  more tears… Before you know it I was introduced to Dr Tim Reardon,  examed and zipped into X Rays. There it was,  a broken femur as suspected. I was on the Operating table at 8pm that evening. Later that night I was wheeled into my hospital room and the night nurses took over and gently made me comfortable.

What an experience,  what incredible people I have met,  I think back to this day and is left in awe. People are actually amazing,  I thank you all from the bottom of my heart, in however small part you played in making my day more comfortable or bearable.  You are all angles in my life and will never be forgotten
Thank you
Rose Bilbrough
www.ams.org.za

Moonlight Meander – a night time wildlife safari in the Garden Route.

Moonlight Meander in Sedgefield
Inter coastal moonlight walks by Mark and Judy Dixon

Garden Route Trail

For many nature lovers a wilderness safari to South Africa would be incomplete without having been on at least one ‘night drive’ when visiting one of the many national parks and nature reserves in the country.

On such an outing, expected sightings can range from Aardvark, Aaardwolf, Porcupine, Honey Badger and Genet to Bush baby and leopard, all established nocturnal species associated with bushveld and thicket habitats.

By contrast, in the Garden Route there is little infrastructure or opportunity for a night drive, and indeed the nocturnal species are evasive and well hidden in the fynbos and Afro-montane Forest habitats making them near impossible to find or see.

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Fortunately for wildlife enthusiasts spending time in the Garden Route there is the Moonlight Meander, a guided night walk to explore the rock pools at Gericke’s Point near Sedgefield. Beginning at sunset, guests receive an introductory talk about the intertidal marine life…

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