Paternoster is exactly how many who’ve been there described it. It’s a little piece of Greece with whitewashed cottages, exquisite shorelines, charming restaurants and home to local fishermen; giving the entire village a romantic air of nostalgia.
All towns aren’t the same. They different in history, characteristics, religion, faith, people and food. Especially, the food; always viciously searching for relatively unknown attractions, eateries and stories. Yet somehow Vredenburg gave me none of that. None at all.
The historic Western Cape town of Piketberg looks half-asleep as we arrived on a Tuesday afternoon but with its rigged mountains and settled beauty, it’s no wonder people prefer admiring the town in stillness instead of making it a sort after tourist attraction.
“We’re off to Porterville for my birthday”, I said too many who had asked what I’ll be doing to celebrate. “But there’s nothing to do there”, said a few more. Boy, did we all underestimate this town dearly.