Port Elizabeth approaches its bicentenary in April 2020, this event has to be
celebrated for not only was it the birth of a new town, but it was also home to
many of our ancestors. This four-volume set of books records those birth pangs
and well as the people and events which over the next 150 years made Port Elizabeth
what it is today.
1 entitled Defying the Odds will be released later this year with the
other three volumes following at six-month intervals.
Comments on the back cover
Initially Port Elizabeth was only earmarked as a landing place for the
British settlers and not as their destination. Yet in the thirty-year period
from 1820 to 1850, contrary to expectations it experienced a tremendous growth
spurt. So prodigious in fact was its expansion that it even overtook Cape Town
in terms of the volume of exports.
This is the story of the people and events that form the basis of this
This book forms part of a
four-volume series which takes the reader on the fascinating odyssey from the
original inhabitants – the Khoi – through the town’s development into an
entrepôt, wool processor and exporter to its pinnacle as the Detroit of South
For me, Seaview has always been the embodiment of a wild,
eccentric and cantankerous old man. One moment it could be placid and charming
and yet the next moment it displayed its obstreperous wilful nature. To make
peace with such a character, one had to make peace with its mood swings
The focal point of Seaview has always been the hotel
which sadly has recently been demolished. Naturally Seaview is much more than
its hotel. It is a township located on a rugged stretch of coastline unsuited
for swimming but with its own wild beguiling charm.
Main picture: The interesting thing about this picture is that
it is pre-1934. They started construction on the hotel in 1934 from the right
of the hotel as you looked at it with the ocean behind you. The giant Norfolk
pines are not yet even visible, the two structures that are visible are on what
would become hotel land.
John Parkin was the leader of an 1820 Settler Party which
arrived aboard the Weymouth on the 15th May 1820. A carpenter and
wheelwright by training, John Parkin resided at Lower North Street, Exeter,
Shortly after settling at the area designated for the Devon party at Kariega, John Parkin relocated his family to Port Elizabeth where he acquired a huge farm, eponymously known as the Baaken’s River Farm. By the time of his death in 1856, the Parkins were one of the wealthiest families in town.
destruction of the St. Mary’s Church was devastating for the community in Port
Elizabeth. Not only was it the first church to be erected in the town but it
was also the focal point of many activities in the town as well as being the
mother church for all the sibling Anglican churches.
there was any beneficial effect of its destruction is that it afforded the
congregants an opportunity to transform a non-ecclesiastical oblong building devoid
of architectural merit into a building befitting its status and not just a
building fit for purpose.
Main picture: St Mary’s church the morning after the fire
One of the seminal events
in the history of the Eastern Cape and ultimately South Africa, was the arrival
of the British Settlers in 1820. Notwithstanding their importance and impact
upon the trajectory of South Africa, no artefact of that landing is extant.
If an artefact were still
surviving, should it not have pride of place at the Bayworld Museum? If such an
artefact is indeed extant, where is it located?
Main picture: JAS Colleen with the bell of the Chapman
Preceding the arrival of the Dutch farmers in Algoa Bay, intrepid adventurers and naturalists were exploring the area. Amongst this band of hardy individuals was a Swedish naturalist, Carl Peter Thunberg, an apostle of Carl Linnaeus, a Swedish botanist, zoologist, and physician who formalised binomial nomenclature, the modern system of naming organisms. Due to Thunberg’s discoveries in the Cape Colony, he has been awarded the sobriquet of “the father of South African botany”.
Of all the observations
made by Thunberg during his three-year stay at the Cape Colony, two of them
resonate with me but for vastly divergent reasons. This is the story of
Thunberg’s brief sojourn in the wilderness that was Port Elizabeth in the
Main picture: Carl Peter Thunberg in later life
During his stay in the Cape Colony, the Swede managed to perfect his Dutch and delve deeper into the scientific knowledge, culture and societal structure of the “Hottentotten“, the Dutch name for the Khoikhoi, the native people of the southern tip of South Africa. Fortunately for historians, Thunberg’s recorded his travels in the form of a travelogue.
The Khoikhoi were the first
foreign culture with which the Swede was confronted. The different customs
and traditions of the native people elicited both his disgust and admiration.
For example, he considered the Khoikhoi’s custom to grease their skin with fat
and dust as an obnoxious habit about which he wrote in his travelogue: “For
uncleanliness, the Hottentots have the greatest love. They grease their entire
body with greasy substances and above this, they put cow dung, fat or something
similar.” Yet, this harsh judgement is moderated by the reason he saw
for this practice and so he continues that: “This clogs up their pores
and their skin is covered with a thick layer which protects it from heat in summer
and from cold during winter“.
Since the main purpose for Thunberg’s journey was to collect specimens for the gardens in Leiden, Thunberg regularly undertook field trips and journeys into the interior of South Africa. Between September 1772 and January 1773, he accompanied the Dutch superintendent of the V.O.C garden, Johan Andreas Auge.
First Trip to the Eastern
The first trip that Thunberg
made was in December 1772. In his book, Travels at the Cape of Good
Hope 1772-1775, this journey is covered in pages 100 to 105 by Thunberg. As
the terminus of this sojourn was at the Gamtoos River, nothing is learnt about Port
Elizabeth per se other than the abundance of game and khoikhoi.
Second Trip to the Eastern Cape
During his second trip, exactly
a year after the first, Thunberg skirted Port Elizabeth but execute a Cooke’s
Tour of the Kragga Kamma area and an area that I presume is the current Chelsea
and Bushy Park. This trip is covered in pages 236 to 244 of Thunberg’s book.
This is what Thunberg has to
be say about the trip:
“On the 10th [December 1773], we crossed the Camtous River [Gamtoos River], which at this time formed the boundary of the colony, and which was not suffered to extend farther. [On the road to the Kabeljaus River on the 9th, they came across the last white farmstead belonging to one, Jacob Van Rhenen, apparently a rich burgher in the Cape]. This was strictly prohibited [to cross] in order that the colonists might not be induced to wage war with the courageous and intrepid Caffres [as distinct from the Hottentots] , or the Company suffer any damage by that means. The country hereabouts was fine. and abounded in grass.
Proceeding farther we come to the Looris River, where the country began to be hilly and mountainous, like that of Houtniquas [Outeniquas], with fine woods both in the clefts of the mountains, and near the rivulets. Here and there we saw large pits that had been dug, for the purpose of capturing elephants and buffaloes. In the middle of the pit stood a pole, which was very sharp at the top, and on which the animal is impaled alive, if it should chance to fall into the pit.
The Hottentot captain, who resided in this neighbourhood, immediately upon our arrival, paid
us a visit in the evening, and encamped with part
of his people not far from us. He
was distinguished from the rest by a cloak,
made of a tyger’s (sic) skin, and by his staff that he carried in his hand.
On the 11th, we passed Galgebosch [Gallows’ Wood] on our way to the Van Staden’s River where we lighted our fires and took up our night’ s lodging. The Gonaquas Hottentots that lived here, and were intermixed with Caffres, visited us in large hordes, and met with a hearty reception, and, what pleased them most, some good Dutch roll-tobacco. Several of them wore the skins of tygers, [leopards] which they had themselves killed, and by this gallant action were entitled to wear them as trophies. Many carried in their hands a fox’s tail, tied to a stick, with which they wiped the sweat off from their brows. As these people had fine cattle, we got milk from them in plenty, milked into baskets which were perfectly watertight, but for the most part so dirty that we were obliged to strain the milk through a linen cloth.
On the 12th[December 1773], in the morning, we passed the Van Staden’s River, [which he probably forded about 2 ½ kms in a direct line from its mouth] and arrived at two large villages consisting of a great many round huts, disposed in a circular form. The people crowded forward in shoals to our wagon, and our tobacco seemed to have the same effect on them as the magnet has on iron. The number of adult persons appeared to me amount to at least two or three hundred. When the greatest part of them had received a little tobacco they retired well pleased, to a distance in the plain, or else returned home. The major part of them were dressed in calf-skins, and not sheep-skins, like the Hottentots.
Interestingly, these Khoikhoi which Thunberg encountered on the heights, near what was to become Cadle’s Hotel, were in a settlement which Wirgman and Mayo characterize as a “town”. In all probability it was a village, at best, which Thunberg alludes to. Nevertheless, it does disprove the accepted wisdom that all khoikhoi were itinerant vagabonds especially when they intermarried with the Xhosa. Given the types of materials that were used to construct their abodes, there is little likelihood of any “ruins” being uncovered. However, in their book on St. Mary’s church, Mayo and Wirgman do provide additional information to substantiate Thunberg’s claim that there was a settled community in this vicinity. According to these authors, “arrow heads and other Hottentot implements have been found there in such numbers as to show manifest traces of the former Hottentot town”.
Thunberg continues: “We had brought with us several
things from town, with which we endeavoured either to gain their friendship, or
reward their services, such as small knives, tinder-boxes, and small
looking-glasses. To the chief of them, we presented some looking-glasses, and
were highly diverted at seeing the many pranks that these simple people played
with them: one or more looking at themselves in the glass at the same time, and
then staring at each other, and then staring at each other, and laughing, ready
to burst their sides; but the most ridiculous part of the farce was that that
they even looked at the back of the glass, to see whether the same figure
presented itself as they saw in the glass.
These people, who were well made [built, endowed?], and of a sprightly and undaunted appearance, adorned themselves with brushes made of the tails of animals, which they wore in their hair, on their ankles, and round their waists. Some had thongs cut out of hides, and others had strings of glass-beads bound several times round their bodies. But upon no part of their dress did they set a greater value than upon small and bright metal plates of copper or brass, either round, oblong, or square. These they scoured with great care, and hung them with a string, either in their hair, on their foreheads. on their breasts, at the back of their neck, or before their posteriors; and sometimes, if they had many of them, all round their heads. My English fellow traveller had brought with him one of those medallions struck in copper, and gilt, that had been sent with the two English ships, which were at this time sailing towards the South Pole, to be distributed among the different nations in that quarter of the globe. This medal was given to one of the Caffres who was very familiar with us, and who was so very pleased with it, that he accompanied us on the whole of our journey and back again, with his medal hanging down glittering just before the middle of his forehead.
Some of these people had hanging before their breasts a conical skin made of the undressed skin of an animal, which was fastened about the neck by four leather thongs and served them as a tobacco pouch. Some of them wore about their necks a necklace made of small shells, called serpents skulls strung upon a string, and to this hung a tortoise-shell, for keeping the bukku ointment in. Most of them were armed with as many javelins as they could well hold in one hand.
The huts [of the local Inqua khoikhoi populations] were
covered over with mats made of rushes, which, with their milk baskets, were so
closed that no water could penetrate them. The range of mountains which, during
our whole journey, we had hitherto had to the left, now came to a termination.
[These were probably the Van Stadensberge]. And to the right of us, was seen
the sea. A larger range of mountains, however proceeded farther into the
country to the left. [The Suurberge, 75kms north of Port Elizabeth].
The country hereabouts was
full of wild beasts of every kind, and therefore very dangerous to travel
through. We were more particularly anxious concerning our draught animals which
mighy easily be scared away by the lions, and lost to us for ever.
Outspan at Kragga Kamma
We were likewise too few
in number, and not sufficiently armed, to protect ourselves against the
inhabitants, whose language our Hottentots now no longer perfectly understood.
We therefore came to the resolution to entice from this village another troop
of Hottentots to accompany us, which we accordingly did, by promising them a
reward of tobacco and other trifles that they were fond of, as also to kill for
them a quantity of buffaloes sufficient for their support. This promise
procured for us a great many more than we wanted, and put troop consisted now
in excess of a hundred men.
As an aside, how did Thunberg expect his now redundant khoikhoi assistants to return home? It is inconceivable that he provided food and other victuals let alone any serverance package negotiated with their shopstewards. It is safe to say that employees in Thunberg’s home country, Sweden, would have been treated no better than his treatment meted out to these tribesmen.
The 13th. The country in which we were now were, was called Krakakamma (sic). [This area was defined in 1776 by Swellengrebel as the entire promontory between the Van Stadens and the Zwartkops rivers]. It abounded with grass and wood, as well as wild beasts of every kind, which were here still secure in some measure from the attacks of the colonists. These were chiefly buffaloes, elephants, two horned rhineocetoses, striped horses and asses [zebra and quaggas], and seversl several kids of buck, particularly large herds of hartebeests.
First we travelled to the Krakakamma valley [Kraggakamma Vlei on the old farm Kraggakamma is 6kms south of Greenbushes, still conforms to the same shape as when it was mapped by C.D. Wentzel in 1752], and afterwards from hence farther downwards to the sea shore, where there was a great quantity of bushy growth, as well as wood of a larger growth, filled with numerous herds of buffaloes, that grazed in the adjacent plains.
In the afternoon, when the heat of the day abated,
we went out with a few ofourHottentotsahunting,inhopes of killing something wherewith to satisfy the craving stomachs of our numerous retinues.
After we had got a little way into the
wood, we spied an extremely large herd
of wild buffaloes, which being in the
act of grazing, held down their heads, and
did not observe us till we came within three hundred paces of them. At this instant the whole herd,
which appeared to consist of about
five or six hundred large beasts, lifted up their heads, and viewed us with attention. So large an assemblage of
animals, each of which taken singly is an extremely terrible object, would have
made anyone shudder at the sight, even one who had not, like me, the year
before, had occasion to see their astonishing strength, and experience the
rough manner in which they treat their opponents. Nevertheless, as we were now
apprised of the nature of the animals, and their not readily attacking anyone
in the open plains we did not dread either their strength or number, but, not
to frighten them, stood still a little while, till they again stooped down to
feed; when, with quick steps, we approached within forty paces of them. We were
three Europeans, and as many Hottentots trained to shoot, who carried muskets,
and the rest of the Hottentots were armed with their throwing-spears. The whole
herd now began to look up again and faced us with a brisk and undaunted air; we
then judged that it was time to fire, and all at once let fly among them. No
sooner had we fired, than the whole troop, intrepid as it otherwise was,
surprised by the flash and report, turned about and made for the woods, and
left us a spectacle not to be equalled in its kind. The wounded buffaloes
separated from the rest of the herd, and either could not keep up with it, or
else took another road.
Amongst these was an old bull buffalo, which came
close to the side where we stood, and obliged us to take to our heels, and fly
before him. It is true, it is impossible for a man, how fast that he may run,
to outrun these animals. Nevertheless, we were so far instructed for our
preservation, as to know that a man may escape tolerably well from them, as
long as he is in on an open and level plain; as the buffalo, which has very
small eyes in proportion to the size of its head, does not see much side-ways,
but only straight forward. When therefore it came pretty near, a man has nothing
more to do than to throw himself down on one side. The buffalo, which always gallops
straight forward, does not observe the man that lies on the ground, neither
does it miss its enemy, till he has had time enough to run out of the way. Our
wounded bull came pretty near us, but passed on one side, making the best of
his way to a copse, which however he did not quite reach before he fell. In the
meantime, the rest of our Hottentots had followed a cow that was mortally
wounded, and with their throwing-spears killed a calf. We, for our part,
immediately went up to the fallen bull, and found that the ball had entered his
chest, and penetrated through the greatest part of his body, notwithstanding
which he had run at full speed several hundred paces before he fell. He was
certainly old, of a dark grey colour, and almost without any hairs, which, on
the younger sort, are black. The body of this animal was extremely thick, but
his legs, on the other hand, short.
When he lay on the ground,
his body was so thick, that I could not get on him without taking a running
jump. When our drivers had flayed him, at least
in part, we chose out the fleshiest
and pickled some, and at the same time made an excellent repast on the spot.
Although I had taken it
into my head that the flesh of an old bull like this would have been both coarse
and tough, yet, to my great astonishment, I found that it was tender, and tasted
like all other game. The remainder of the bull, together with the cow and the calf,
were given to the Hottentots for their
share, who were not at all behind hand, but immediately made a large fire on
the spot, and roasted the pieces they had cut off without delay.
What they preferred, and first of all laid on
the fire, were the marrowbones, of which, when broiled, they eat the marrow
with great eagerness. The guts, meat, and
offal, they hung up on the branches
of trees; so that, in a short time, the
place looked like a slaughter-house; about
which the Hottentots encamped in order to broil their victuals, eat, and sleep.
On the approach of night, my fellow travellers and I thought it best to repair to our wagons, and give orders for
making our cattle fast, before it grew quite dark. In our way we passed within a
few hundred paces of five lions, which, on
seeing us, walked off into the woods. Having tied our beasts
to the wheels of our wagons, fired our pieces
off two or three times in the air, and kindled several fires round about
our encampment, all very necessary precautions
for our security, as well with respect
to the elephants as more particularly to
the lions, we lay down to rest, each of us with a loaded musket by his side, committing ourselves to the care
of God’s gracious providence. The like
precautions we always observed in
future, when obliged to encamp in such places where man indeed seemed
to rule by day, but
wild beasts bore the sway at night. These wild animals for the most part,
lie quiet and still, in the shade of woods
and copses during the day,
their time for feeding being in the cool of the evening and at night, at which
time lions and other beasts of prey come
out to seek their food, and devour the more innocent and defenceless animals. A
lion cannot by dint of strength, indeed, seize
a buffalo, but always has recourse to art, and lies in wait under some bush, and principally near rivulets,
where the buffalo comes to drink. He then
springs upon his back with the greatest agility, with his tremendous teeth biting
the buffalo in the nape of his neck, and wounding him in the sides with his claws, till, quite wearied out,
he sinks to the ground and dies.
On the 15th, in the morning, I went
out to see whether the trees of the woods, of which this part of the country
consisted, had yet any blossoms upon them; but found that the summer was not far enough advanced, and that
the trees were so close to each other, and so full of prickles, that without
cutting my way through them, I could not advance far into the wood, which, besides,
was extremely dangerous, on account of the wild beasts. Here, and in other
places, where it was woody, we observed near the watering-places, the fresh
tracks of buffaloes, as also the tracks and dung of elephants, two-horned
rhinoceroses, and other animals.
According to Wirgman and Mayo, this
bushy country continued until he reached the shores of Algoa Bay, which was
fringed with conical sandhills covered with dense bush all the way from the
Zwartkops mouth to Cape Recife. The existence of these sandhills is confirmed
in the book by Barrows which depicts these great sandhills which have now completely
disappeared. Over time, these bushes were chopped down for firewood and the sandhills
which had preciously been anchored by this vegetation, were blown away.
In the plains there were striped horses [zebras] and asses [quagga], hartebeests, koedoes. We therefore got ready and set out for Zwartkop’s River [Thunberg would have forded it above the tidal limit between Perseverance and Despatch] and the salt-pan, not far distant from it, where we waited during the heat of the day. Near this saltpan, as it is called, we had the finest view in the world, which delighted us the more as it was very uncommon. This Zwartkop’s saltpan was now, to use the expression, in its best attire, and made a most beautiful appearance. It formed a depression of about three-quarters of a mile in diameter, and sloping off by degrees, so that the water in the middle was scarcely four feet deep. A few yards from the water’s edge this depression was encircled by a mound several fathoms high, which was overgrown with brush wood. It was rather of an oval form and took me up a good half-hour to walk round it. The soil nearest the valley was sandy; but, higher up, it appeared to consist, in many places, of a pale slate. The whole saltpan, the water of which was not deep, at the same time that the bottom was covered with a smooth and level bed of salt, at this juncture, being the middle of summer and in a hot climate, exactly resembled a frozen lake covered with ice, as clear and transparent as crystal. The water had a pure saline taste without any thing bitter in it. In the heat of the day, as fast as the water evaporated, a fine salt crystallizing on the surface first appeared there in the form of glittering scales, and afterwards settled at the bottom. It was frequently driven on one side by the wind; and, if collected at that time, proved to be a very fine and pure salt. The saltpan had begun to grow dry towards the north-east end, but to the south-westward, to which it inclined, it was fuller; to the westward it ran out into a long neck.
It appeared to us somewhat
strange, to find, so far from the sea, and at a considerable height above it,
such a large and saturated pool of salt-water. But the water which deposits
this salt, does not come at all from the sea, but solely from the rains which
fall in spring, and totally evaporate in summer. The whole of the soil of this
country is entirely salt. The rainwater which dissolves this, runs down from
the adjacent heights, and is collected in this basin, where it remains and
gradually evaporates; and the longer it is evaporating the salter it is.
The colonists who live in the Lang
Kloof, and in the whole country extending from thence towards this side, as
also in Kamdebo, Kankou and other places, are obliged to fetch their salt from
It was said, that not far from
this there were two more saltpans, which however yielded no salt till they were
quite dry. Several insects were found drowned in the salt water, some of which
were such as I could not meet with on the bushes alive, during the few hours
that I stayed here and walked about the copses, which my curiosity induced me
to do, although it was a very dangerous spot, on account of the lions.
Our Hottentots, of whom we had now
but a few in our suite, and whom we had left to take care of our oxen that were
turned out to grass, we found fast asleep, overcome by the heat of the day.
Towards evening, we drove a little farther on, and arrived at Kuka, [now Coega] where the brook was already a mere stagnant
puddle and only had brackish water in it. Nevertheless we took up our night’s
We were surprised to find
here a poor farmer, who had encamped in this place, with his wife and children,
by stealth; in order to feed and augment his small herd. And indeed these poor
people were no less astonished, not to say terrified, at our arrival, in the
idea, that we either had, or might, inform the government against them, for
residing out of the appointed boundaries. The farmer had only a small hut made
of branches of trees for his family, and another adjacent to it, by way of a kitchen.
We visited them in their little abode, and, at our request, were entertained by
them with fresh milk. But we had not been long seated before the whole basin of
milk was covered with a swarm of flies, so as to be quite black with them; and
the hut was so infested with flies, that we could not open our mouths to speak.
Within so small a space I never beheld, before nor since, such an amazing
number of these insects.
We therefore hastened to
our vehicles; and having kindled our fires and pitched our camp at a little
distance from the hut, listened the whole night to the howling of wolves, [hyenas]and the dreadful roaring of lions.
On the following
morning, being the 16th of December, we
proceeded to the Great Sunday River, the banks of which were very steep and the
adjacent fields arid and meagre.
The major part of our
ample retinue of Hottentots had now left us, after having got, in the course of
the journey, venison enough to
feast on, and, as we were approaching nearer and nearer
to a country which would
soon be changed to a perfect desert, where no game nor venison was to be
The area in the vicinity of
Port Elizabeth was already inhabited in 1772 – albeit sparsely – 50-years prior
to the arrival of the 1820 settlers. The main inhabitants were Inqua khoikhoi
interspersed with the occasional Xhosa tribesman.
Another surprising point that
this piece illuminates, is the quantity and diversity of wild life, especially
of the megafauna variety, which were domiciled in this area. As the Dutch farmers
advanced over the Gamtoos River and settled in Algoa Bay, they steadily hunted
the large animals to extinction such that by time that the 1820 Settlers passed
through, no mention is ever again made of elephants, rhinoceroses or buffaloes
except for a small head of elephants in the Alexandria area which had eluded
the predations of the big game hunters.
at the Cape of Good Hope by Carl Peter Thunberg (1986, Van Riebeeck
Society, Cape Town)
The Collegiate Church of Parish of St. Mary Port Elizabeth by
Archdeacon Wirgman & Canon Cuthbert Edward Mayo (1925, Longman Green &
In the case of a City now almost 200 years old, an
artefact only built 60 years ago must surely be classified as recent, but a title
of Port Elizabeth of Recent Times – The MacArthur Baths – does not possess the
same cachet as PE of Yore. So I will stick with my accepted nomenclature.
Main picture: The MacArthur Baths shortly after its construction with the original Elizabeth Hotel in the background
Plans for a hospital were discussed over several years.
It was not until Act 5 of 1856 established the Port Elizabeth Provincial
Hospital that planning for a hospital could commence. As an interim measure, a
house in Rodney Street was hired to serve as a hospital. This was opened on the
10th September 1856 with Dunsterville and Rubidge serving as
Main picture: Entrance to the Richmond Hill provincial hospital in 1856
Only one SS soldier
believed that what Mengele and Auschwitz represented was inhumane. That was Hans Wilhelm Münch, the only physician
whose commitment to the Hippocratic Oath proved stronger
than the Reichswehreid [German Army Oath] and his commitment to the SS. In terms of this Oath, obedience to the
Führer, the supreme commander, was unconditional, yet Münch survived.
The most widely used
photographs of German troops during WW2 reflect a martial disposition from the
menacing Tiger tank to steely eyed troops firing MG42 machine guns. None of the
photographs used below would ever appear in official histories of the war.
Even though they might reflect the humanity of the ordinary German soldier, this blog does not in any way endorse the behaviour of the Nazi regime or the German military forces.
Main picture: German soldier sharing water with a baby
all the ships which were wrecked along the Port Elizabeth and adjacent
coastline, only two were noteworthy but for different reasons. Of the two, the
saga of the Sacramento’s sinking on 30 June 1647 culminated in two
stirring tales. One involved the dramatic 1400km trek by the survivors to the
Portuguese Port at Delagoa Bay. The second and equally dramatic tale is that of
the subsequent discovery and recovery of the numerous cannons by a local diver,
make for compelling stories but as this is a potted history of Port Elizabeth,
the focus will be fixed on the latter escapade.
Main picture: David Allen-left-with Gerry van Niekerk making notes of the most perfectly presevered of the 40 guns lifted from the wreck site.