Tom and I arranged late last night to walk to see a blow hole in the morning with a local chap called "Prince". We packed and true to his word he arrived to take us. It was a fair walk away, but after a risky bit of scrambling, loosing a flipflop, absailing down a rusty cable to then climb up some home made wooden ladders with a hefty cross wind we made it. The tide was going out and as a result we didn't see the true force of the hole, although I made the mistake of putting my head over the hole to feel the wind pushing up. This was a mistake because the force of the wind being pushed up through the hole was so strong it felt like being punched in the face by several people at the same time. An epic force, which nearly knocked me over backwards!
On the way back Prince showed us where a "European" was living in his own little cave near the cliffs. I was fascinated and could see his little shack inside the cave and even a funny looking decking along with skulls on trees and hidden warnings scratched into trees. No sight of this modern caveman though.

Mike, Tom and I headed to Coffee Bay, and made it with a couple of local busses. We made it just in time to find our accommodation (Coffee Shack), grab a shower an seek out somewhere to watch the rugby. England 26-19 Wales, some incredible pizzas, and 1.5 litre Carlsberg, what more could you want!!??