The guest lodge we stayed in was clean and hospitable. Though, if we had a problem with it, we could most probably cross the road, or go to the next house to see another. The owner told us that the area is very safe, and that there is almost no crime, and that was the reason for him retiring there. Being from Gauteng, we were left sceptical, especially since the house was circled with a high wall and barbed wire fence. I was the first to suggest we explore the town, and the others seemed less than keen. The town, basically a tourist location, is dead this time of year, with one or two people appearing out of the woodwork. It was suggested that Colesburg would be the perfect place to film a Zombie movie, which was not too far from my original idea of chainsaw wielding locals, maybe with a cannibalistic lust to boot.
Colesburg has some amazing buildings, and worthwhile for anyone who likes to escape the bustle of big cities, and finds that they preffer a quiet little town as their holiday destination, and they would want to stay in a guest lodge... I seem to go in circles, but I cannot seem to stress how many of them there are. Every house seems to have a little swinging sign with the words 'Guest Lodge' emblazoned on it.
So as we leave the sleepy little town of Colesburg under the blanketed night sky and head towards our next destination, I can only say that, luckily, I escaped without getiing eaten by zombies or chopped up by bloodthirsty locals. Colesburg is a very sacchirine sweet town, too sweet for words actually, and a lovely place as a stop over.
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