Last night I fell in love with a goat.

Seriously, I did.

If you think I have bush fever and am getting kinky don’t stress - I still love my wife…and now also the goat.

Leaving Port St Johns and heading south, our planned trip to a white sangoma in Mpande to throw the bones and get our wheels blessed, was a dead end – sort of.

With Felicity long gone, we ended up whacking down a few quarts with the locals at a spaza shop overlooking the sea.

With a view like this, I could drink forever…In a place like this, work can become the downfall of the drinking class.

Buying a few chilled ones for the locals we sat and shot the breeze for a while.

“No guys, I do not want to buy any greens,” I kept explaining – before settling on helping out a dreadlocked diver and buying a fish he had speared.

Passing young children pouring gravel into potholes on the road outside their houses – I admired the ingenuity of rural people.

“Some people like it that we are trying to fix the road and even give us sweets and money. It is a job we do after school,” one kid explains.

Arriving at Mapantsana all shook up and dusty, Cubes and I were thankful that Colbert Fetumani’s spot had a hot shower, flushing toilets, comfy beds and electricity.

Although we had all of the above in PSJ, we were searching for solitude and we found it at Colbert’s Khaya.

Already 64, Colbert is a legend that I have grown to respect as a father after many Kei trips to his spot.

He lives the simple life fishing, growing vegiess, tending cows, chickens, geese and – yes – goats.

What a life.

Although he has been round the block a few times, Colby still rocks – especially after he has sucked back a few ciders, but they have to be Redds.

Thank heavens T-man at Kangala Spaza has Colby’s tipple – cos he did not like the Tassies I had bought for Big Ben Dekker.

Charging R50 a head for a place to sleep – camping is cheaper – Colbert and his wife Francis also make traditional meals for hungry travelers using things like crays and linefish.

With a killer view of the whales in the tiny bay below his house and a renowned surf spot just around the corner, this is the perfect spot to unwind.

It is also the place where I fell in love with the goat…

Although Colby has several goats, Cubes and I fell in love with a tiny critter that was being hand raised far away from the goat kraal.

Halfway into my bottle of Tassies, I tried to negotiate with Colby to buy the goat and take it on our road trip in a back pack wedged between myself and Cubes.

“R300,” he said – before changing his mind.

“I love the goat…it is like a child to me,” he said – eyeing my cellphone.

“I will give you the phone for the goat,” I said as the little critter suckled on my fingers.

No can do, Colby said – despite my offers of cash.

Offering me another goat, he later changed his mind.

“I love all my goats…if I give you any one of them the mother goats will get cross and then I will have problems.”

Jan “Little Buddha” Hennop thought I had lost the plot when I phoned him and told him I had fallen in love with a goat and was going to take it on the road trip.

“You can’t buy it with the money we gave you for the road trip,” he said.

“Maybe I can charge it as a meal,” I jokingly quipped.