Oyster festival in Knysna

Im currently in Knysna, which is a posh little beach town that is currently celebrating an oyter festival. Ive only had one oyster in my life, but am going to give it another shot. Slippery little critters. I wanted to give you a explanation of how to get a taxi ( and i use that term loosely) in South Africa. Only the blacks use them, and they vary from little pickups to momma soccer vans. They tend to be dilapidated, but have a nice sweet/smokey aroma inside, which is, strangely, what the people here smell like in the little villages. Ok, so say you want a taxi to the next big town. You hold your index finger up and in the direction you want to travel. To the next local village or in the near area, you say? Downward, and swirl it around like your mixing you coffee. To the next stop, which, again, is a loose term, since there are no stops, like a taxi, but you share the ride with others, like a bus, you stab your finger downward. Now, in the taxi the other day, my driver made a wavy hand motion like water, and I have not yet decided what this indicates. Be patient, I will prevail.
The people are very pleasant. I do not feel unsafe at all anywhere, save for Joburg, and although people look at me, they dont really stare, or worse, catcall like they do in Mexico or Italy or something. Im off to Wilderness next ( which I hear the name properly represents), then to Cape Town for nine days. Ill let you know how that oyster slides down.