The Little Town Called: Arniston

It was a great time being away from Jo'burg albeit without my lovely wife. I must say I wasn't too sure what to make of whole week away from her but it's amazing how God works things out. The little gem of a town is called Arniston: Population is over 1000 people with the majority living in fishing houses. No banks, No Shopping malls AND NO NOISE!!!!

The olden style of the houses reminded me a lot of Falconara Marittima and made me a bit home sick of a place I hold dear in my heart. We ate at the Arniston Hotel, the food was great and the service excellent. For the first time I had the Red Roman fish which is indigenous to South Africa. What a privilege!

In the evenings I will have dinner surrounded by the whistling sound of the ocean and nothing but a dark abyss. I would walk back to the guest house in pitch dark streets and have no worry in the world.

A truly memorable experience. #somemoreplease

Arniston beach front (Wikipedia)

The Arniston Hotel

Guest house where we stayed.

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