Tuesday, September 11 I was diverted to go to visit the village of Franschhoek founded in 1688-90 by the Huguenots after the massacre of the St. Bartholomew on August 24th, 1572, here, and the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes in 1685, here. Thus France deprived itself of an industrial elite which will be the base of the economic advancement of the Scandinavian countries as well as British Isles and of what will become the United States of America starting from the 13 provinces, WASP, on the east coast. Max Weber following Calvin, here, theorized that work, beruf in German, are at the origin of capitalism. His approach is with opposite of that of Karl Marx who generated sanguinary dictators. It is very interesting to note that an intellectual, Régis Debray, (a left man and a Che Guevara's companion!) became the flatterer of American neo-Protestantism, cf his work “Civilization”. After the visit of the village I lunched in Reunen's “the flagship restaurant in town”. I bivouacked at the edge of Berg River.
Wednesday, September 12 I moved towards the southern part and more particularly to Cape Agulhas which is the southernmost tip of Africa where the Atlantic and Indian Oceans meet. I bivouacked towards the wreck of a boat during two nights.
Friday, September 14 I left Cape Agulhas after two nights in the spray to go to the one of the oldest towns in South Africa, Swellendam dating back the 18th century, 1745. After the visit of the Dutch Reformed Church, I immersed myself in the Dutch culture while strolling in the museum in Drostdy of the name of the building of the magistrate at the time of the Dutch Indies. This museum is composed of three distinct surfaces in the old district. The goal with the artisanal buildings, then magistrate and finally the house of Mayville. All preserved their old furniture testifying to the austere and industrial life of the Protestants. I bivouacked on the car park behind the shopping center at the edge of the river.
Saturday, September 15 I left Swellendam to go to Montagu then to traverse the R 62 through a very varied landscape of steep mountains strewn with vineyards then desert of Karoo after Oudtshoorn. While passing to Montagu I took some pictures of splendid 18th century houses registered with the national monuments. I carried on my way to stop on a rest area.
Sunday, September 16 I continued my progression on the Wine route, Route 62, in Little Karoo of rugged mountains up to Calitzdorp, small town of vineyards dating back to the end of the 19th century. I bivouacked in the camp-site of the old railway station, alone in this season.