A weekend in Prince Albert

Prince Albert, which turns 260 this year, has evolved from a quiet Afrikaans farming hamlet to a modern, bustling oasis that draws visitors from all over the world. Yet this town at the foot of the Swartberg has lost none of its charm. Walk with us.

- PETER VAN NOORD

When the lights dim

In Church Street, just beyond the shadow of the imposing Dutch Reformed church, a lovely Art Deco building that used to be a car showroom was turned into a world-class theatre and cinema with 140 seats and ultramodern equipment and lots of pizzazz! Called The Showroom, it has hosted plays, concerts, films, and many festivities since November 2013. Alas, in February this year the owners posted on The Showroom's Facebook page that they're having to temporarily close its doors until such time as the health risks related to the Covid-19 pandemic are reduced. One can only hope it will open again soon.

On a road to somewhere

Many routes lead to Prince Albert, but the most scenic one is undoubtedly Swartberg Pass, coming from Oudtshoorn. It will always be a special experience to drive this road. You cannot help but marvel at the craftsmanship, although sections of the old stone wall have been vandalised. Luckily, the views remain magnificent.

The call of Prince Albert stands the test of time. This is a harsh T part of the world, with sweltering summers and winters that chill you to the bone. The mosquitos around here are said to take on the proportions of a helicopter, and every now and then you hear some goon roaring down the main street. But otherwise a peaceful silence reigns.

This is the Great Karoo. North of the town the plains stretch far and wide, with nothing but bossies, but to the south, the Swartberg with its kloofs and cliffs and passes and deep secrets stand guard.