Knysna lagoon
The mist gently parts, split by a sky so blue it almost hurts. Reflecting it’s piercing blue and silver light, the ocean water is like silk. Oceans of silk lapping up against the hulls of our catamaran as the day breaks on the Knysna Heads. I’ve never seen skies like these. Never known a place that feels quite like this.
The Knysna Heads
places to sleep in heaven on earth.