Where did all the good people go?

I went back to Port Elizabeth the other day.

That small town on the Eastern Cape Coast I used to call home, a town that is often shaken to its core by the wind. The trees that survive are leaning, but resolute in the face of gales. It seems that not much happens there commercially, besides tyres and cars. It’s a poor man’s Detroit. It does, unlike Detroit, have lovely Indian Ocean beaches. You will never read about them in Surfer Magazine because, just like the town, the waves are too small and under powered for international acclaim.

However, those beaches are lovely and I don’t surf, so I took the freeway down at the first windless opportunity. The freeways in Port Elizabeth are a little odd. Some go nowhere and terminate in mid-air, while others swoop over town, past the harbour (and its acres of new cars, aching to get away) and then fling you out to Summerstrand, to the beach.freeways pe

I started to worry when I saw gaps in the freeway safety railings. Some hardy tufts of grass  had sprung up in their place and although they filled the gaps they didn’t fill me with confidence. When I got down to Shark Rock, and saw the lifesaving club, my worry turned to sorrow. The club’s overhangs are host to the homeless and its dirty windows struggle to disguise the decay and disrepair that loiters inside. Next we passed the Oceanarium (before)

oceanarium

where the dolphin pool is boarded up and the aquarium boasts just a few fish tanks.

The dolphins were sent to Hong Kong and the ragged tooth sharks were set free in Algoa Bay.

(after)

Bayworld-Oceanarium-Port-Elizabeth2

My grief at these losses soon paled in comparison to a fearsome prospect. My children had spotted Super Tubes. These are nasty looking water slides that dominate the King’s Beach parking lot. I last rode them when Jon Bon Jovi was Living On a Prayer

.jon bonjovi

As we approached, the slides towered over us, great blue silhouettes of doom in the morning sun. Their enclosure is flanked by a fetid little stream which, that morning, was thick with chip packets and soft drink cans. I glanced over my shoulder at my car, and measured the distance between it and the punks in the skate board park, simultaneously tightening the straps of my backpack.

“Girls,” I said. “Make sure you keep your mouths shut when you go down the slides.”

They turned, all wide eyed and innocent.

“Just look at the stream,” I said, trying not to sound neurotic. “We don’t know how clean they keep this place.”

I hoped they wouldn’t fall to their deaths in a place of disrepair. And then we went inside. I still had a tight grip on my backpack when the friendly lady at the front desk welcomed us with efficiency and grace. I didn’t sit for a minute or turn my back when the children took to the  slides. My eyes were peeled and my inner ninja was ready. My first clue that I had it wrong should have been the cleanliness. The second should have been the army of lifeguards. And the third clue should have been the layers of blue paint on the slides that were so obviously a recent application. Then a man approached. I ignored the clues and suppressed my irritation.  A stranger, with a goatee and a pair of Crocs. Seriously? Crocs? And soon it became clear he was coming over for a chat and I was back in 1987, wishing for Bon Jovi but seeing only awkward boys with army haircuts, dark skin and pale blue eyes. I steeled myself. What could the man in the Crocs want with me? “Would they like a Go Pro?” he said, pointing to my children. My children, who had embraced his sparkling place with it’s many layers of paint and vats of chlorine, this home-made oasis in a beachfront of decay. A Go Pro? The thing of kite surfers, snowboarders, mountain bikers and other such intrepid adventurers. The stuff of Surfer Magazine and Mavericks, of Mount Everest and Bear Grylls. But not what I expected in Port Elizabeth, from this mild man in Crocs.

I looked out past his little establishment and saw what he was up against. A faded beach named after a long dead king, with its heaps of ore lying near the harbour wall, waiting for the next ship out. A plane flew over, low and loud as it made its descent, casting a shadow on the slides.PortElizabethAirport-flights Yet the water surged on.  A few dark clouds followed, but the cheerful stereo system kept going. “Roer jou voete” it urged, move your feet. “Sure,” I said. Why not? So the girls took the Go-Pro and the man in the Crocs took my email. The lifeguards kept vigil in their red shirts, and I relaxed my grip on the backpack. Over and over the children slid and laughed, they were helped by the slide attendants, they learned some Afrikaans and they made a few friends. True to the man in the Crocs’ word I got an edited version of the Go-Pro footage that night and I remembered what it is that keeps my hometown in my heart. There are no Wonders of the World to see in Port Elizabeth. You can’t stand where the two oceans meet or hike through miles of fynbos. You can’t drink cocktails at Caprice or choose from which cellar you will taste wine. There is only one Zara and one Vida E Caffe. There’s no Super Rugby team, and the Springboks don’t call very often. But down in Port Elizabeth you will find a bunch of good people. People who work hard to make a living out of limited opportunity. People who are true to their values and keep their word. People who are kind in the midst of decay. People who keep on keeping on. “Where did all the Good People Go?” sings Jack Johnson. Well, I think I know. 2014-10-06 12.51.15

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  One thought on “Where did all the good people go?

  1. February 23, 2015 at 10:12 pm

    I enjoyed reading your article on ‘Where did all the good people go’. I had never heard of you before Pat Stapleton shared it on facebook. Well done. Jill Lombard

  2. Port Elizabethean
    February 24, 2015 at 6:51 am

    There is still a lot of good things in PE that people tend to overlook and yes this includes various hikes trough fynbos including one called the Fynbos trail! I agree that we lack that one big thing and that the majority of our attractions lack that world class edge which is most likely due to the lack of money and foot traffic to sustain them. Here is a link to some of our forgotten things: http://blog.nmbt.co.za/blog/entry/101-things-to-do-in-and-around-port-elizabeth

    • February 24, 2015 at 7:40 am

      Thank you so much for sharing that. I look forward to another visit to PE explore some more hidden gems.

      • July 15, 2015 at 12:44 pm

        PLEASE do, maybe give some of us locals a heads up so we can show you PE’s best kept secrets, there are so many – I like that you tried to put a positive spin out there in a twisty kinda way, but all it really did was make our town seem real dreary….
        Please contact me when next you’re in our awesome city & surrounds 🙂
        Regards
        Ayesha
        0832326237
        Kragga Kamma Game Park
        https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kragga-Kamma-Game-Park/100903643309358?fref=ts

        Africa, this is why I live here
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      • July 15, 2015 at 12:55 pm

        Yikes. So sorry. I love PE. I lived there most of my life. It just broke my heart that day. And then the nice people patched it right up and I felt whole again. I will definitely contact you when next in PE. (Will be in the next few months). I hope I’ve redeemed myself with other blog posts on Port Elizabeth’s merits. But Kragga Kamma Game Park is on my to do list. Was last there ages ago. Looking forward to visiting. Best M

  3. Caron Schmidt
    May 25, 2015 at 8:27 pm

    Beautifully written Melissa. A pleasure to read. Caron

  4. Stephanie Mortimer
    July 14, 2015 at 8:56 pm

    Agree, a lot of the places are run down but there is a gap for restoration. Apart from our lovely Fynbos hike, there are numerous hiking treasures in or very near to PE. Some are so well camouflaged that a group of walkers can enjoy their time spent in nature, while the motorists go whizzing past, oblivious to the fact that thirty odd hikers could be only1k. away. Come to PE to chill out and relax.

    • July 14, 2015 at 9:14 pm

      Thank you for your comments. I’m going to have to do that Fynbos Hike sometime!

  5. July 15, 2015 at 8:31 am

    PE really isn’t that bad. The one thing I have to agree with is that PE has great people. The problem with people coming to PE is that that they want to look for big must see attractions and that we unfortunately don’t have. In PE it’s the little things that count. Beautiful beaches (definitely not faded), stunning trails, lots of history, great restaurants and bars and yes, attractions worth visiting. If this wasn’t the case I wouldn’t be able to do Port Elizabeth Daily Photo.

    • July 15, 2015 at 8:44 am

      Thanks for your comments. It was a little faded and grubby that particular day. But the beaches are generally lovely. PE is undervalued. I’ve written another post on the great things to do there with children. (BTW Your photos are beautiful.)

      • Firefly - Jonker
        July 15, 2015 at 12:17 pm

        Thanks. Always glad when people say they like my pics.

    • Kevin
      July 16, 2015 at 7:10 am

      Melissa I seriously like your open minded balanced replies and that of the other respondents and that we all like PE. PE has besides the new hotels, new shopping malls, revamped beachfront, more restaurants, vibey Stanley Street, new viable stadium, a military base used for teaching and no more army call ups for sons as you correctly summed up, most importantly genuinely nice people and numerous chilled places to go to.

      • July 16, 2015 at 8:16 am

        Thank you Kevin. I would love to do a piece on the Stadium. The hubs was involved in the construction so I have some great pics to include. Its a real asset that PE can be proud of. I featured VovoTelo in another post but the whole Richmond Hill area deserves all the accolades it gets. Thanks for you comments.

  6. July 15, 2015 at 5:03 pm

    Thank you for a great article.
    It is always nice to hear good things about our City, but especially about our own establishment. I am “the mild man in Crocs”, and I am so glad that you and your kids enjoyed our venue.

    Please do come around again and say “Hi”, it would be great to officially meet you.

    We are closed now for the winter months and Hope to reopen for our new season at the end of September.

    Kind regards
    Chris (Crocs man), Monika (friendly lady at the front desk) and “the army of slide attendants”

    • July 15, 2015 at 7:06 pm

      Hi kind Chris and friendly Monika, Who knew that so many people would read this including you? *blushes* Your establishment was a terrific hit. We came back the next day! I will definitely come and say hi and make proper acquaintance next time I am in PE. And believe me, my children will ride those slides. Well done on making it such an enjoyable, well maintained feature of the PE beachfront. Thanks for your comments. Best Melissa

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