Today I want to show you one of the most awesome stretches of beach here on the south coast of Africa, where tourists flock annually around this time of year, for their summer holiday. This is the hottest town in the land, metaphorically speaking. There are few places better to spend your vacation and the place is packing out with sun seekers and beach lovers from inland plus from all over the world right now.
This is Robberg beach in Plettenberg Bay, although the stretch of real estate on the beach front is called “millionaire’s mile” rather euphemistically by the locals, and you can imagine why. It costs way more than a million to own one of these fine houses. Most of them are holiday houses of the super wealthy who pop in for a few weeks a year. It’s odd that to own one of these you have to live elsewhere to be able to earn the money to actually afford it.
I, on the other hand, have never owned any property and yet I enjoy this beach whenever I like for free, since the beach is public property. I come here often and know it well by now. And you can see just how deserted it is most of the time. Locals from the town walk their dogs daily and you can see them at certain hours of the day.
Of course, it’s mostly pensioners who are able to retire here after a lifetime of slaving away to earn the money to afford this exclusive tourist hotspot. I, on the other hand, have hardly worked at all in this lifetime, and retired at the age of 20, decades ago. And yet here I am enjoying this millionaire’s mile for free whenever I wish.
I guess it’s easy when you’re a free-spirited guy with nothing to lose and all the world as your playground. Such has been my life on permanent holiday since leaving school. That’s what happens when you are born in a tourist region of the planet and when you become a mystic and otherworldly explorer of consciousness. You don’t need money to be “wealthy” and bask in the beauty of the natural surroundings.
And all of this is available to you too, if you get the chance to hop on a plane (while they still exist). So I heartily invite you to come and join me in paradise on millionaire’s mile, where the weather is fine any time of year, as the song goes. It’s the island life and the beach bum dream existence, perfect for the wondering gypsy and digital nomad.
The news coming along the grapevine nowadays is that climate lockdowns are on their way and you may not be able to fly around much any more in coming years, so I recommend you get yourself over here before the lockdowns and carbon restrictions arrive. You want to be well situated when the hammer falls and the gates are shut.
This town is a tourist hotspot for the super wealthy and those in the know, and now you too know about it so please come and join me in paradise. Look how empty it is all year long. I have this entire stretch of beach to enjoy, with just a few retired dog walkers who also found out where paradise is.
And don’t delay because the inflation rate is skyrocketing and prices are going to the moon. Soon you won’t be able to afford a flight, since planes will only be for the elite, and accommodation will be non-existent. Already locals from the northern parts of the country are selling up and flocking here by the thousands annually to relocate themselves in paradise – those who can afford it.
I personally can’t afford it, yet here I am, living in a tent if necessary, for life in a tent in paradise is better (to a wondering mystic like me) than life in a concrete box in the city. But then not everyone has my perspective of reality or psychophysical resilience. Not to worry though – once you get here, you will find the place so healing and uplifting that you will see the world in a new light.
So take the leap, walk on the sunny side of the street and come join me in paradise. You can thank me later.
(photos my own)