We probably spent too long at Tofo - enticed by the lure of an even quieter beach, without the bracelet sellers, we made a small hop north to Morrungulo. The 7 Km red dirt road from the highway down to the coast meandered through the palm trees, the ditches were deeply eroded and hinted that with a few days of rain, this route could be an impassable, muddy mess. Morrungulo beach does not disappoint - we were the only people on it at times, and through the palms shading the campsite we could see the waves crashing on the beach. The campsite is a little pocket of South Africanisms: large thatched barracas to cook under, SA power plugs for your cooler, braai pits, hot showers (and Nicola's dream, a maid for hire at the campground) all payable in Rands. And pay we did, it was expensive - R350/night.
The campground was large, but nearly empty - and we spent whole days by ourselves. We did manage to buy a fish, named Mr. Ugly, off one of the locals (300 mts or R100) after some stern bargaining. We were left scratching our heads, staring at a 4kg Rock Cod wondering what to do with it. Luckily, our time dining with the Kiwi doctor proved useful - he had given us a demonstration (using medical terminology) on how to fillet a fish (it was a little weird but enormously fun). Nicola and I traded off 'procedures' and when we were done, we had several acceptable filets and a fish skeleton that looked like it had gone through a boat prop. Add butter, garlic and lemon, cook on the fire, and voila - delicious fish.Paste this link for pictures:
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