I grew up on stories from my gran about Ports St John’s. Back then it was a bit more of a mission to get there.Stories about the fishing , Todds famous picnic spot ,and how one crazy family member landed a small plane on the huge hills that guard the entrance of the river.The drive down was cloudy and miserable, but when we finally did get to our destination we were greeted by sun,and a still afternoon. Ports st Johns is a small crowded market like town , loud music pumping from shop entrances , and swarms of people. But the area is magical.We found probably the prettiest hostel yet, an old beach cottage converted into a hippy hangout.The owners were pretty cool and laid back to the point of almost falling over. After unpacking and grabbing a bit to eat we headed off to 2nd beach.Nobody around except for the dodgy locals and a crow that attacked emilia to everyones amusement.Transkei has got to be the best place in South Africa. But there are talks of roads and developments. Wish i had seen this place 20 years ago.