Knysna is one of many places on the coast that inevitably comes with a price tag. A drive along the Garden Route is pure, shameless property porn. “This house would have gone for so many million five years ago, now it would be impossible to buy a doorknob for that amount… etc” Understandable, considering this:
I have a certain fear of heights, but the queasy feeling you get – perched on a wooden platform that doesn’t inspire a huge amount of trust when it’s the only thing separating you from the rocks many metres below – is kinda worth it for the views from the Knysna heads.
