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What you need to know about - south Africa Safari by Mansi gupta

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The land of Cape of Good Hope, wonderful flora and fauna, multiple languages and mother of eminent leader like Nelson Mandela, South Africa awaits no introduction. There are more than a few reasons that make this country an apple of everyone's eye.

The Matchless Wildlife Adventure

One of its distinguished features is the Kruger National Park that invites visitors from all round the world. The ferocious as well as the gentle wildlife is at parade in this park. The park that is the home for the Big Five Animals i.e. lions, elephants, leopards, black rhinos and Cape buffalo, is supposed to be the largest wildlife park in the world today. Young as well as adult come to South Africa with a dream to encounter exclusive 142 species of animals and 507 types of birds found here. This park is the most breathtaking adventure trip for all its visitors. The wonderful fantasy of Jungle Book comes to life for the children when they gaze at huge tigers, rhinoceros, giraffes etc. walking close to them. The park has specific timings when it is thrown open for safari. The place is always thronged with researchers and those making animal documentaries.

Wildlife can also be discovered at the Tsittsikamma National Park. Apart from numerous birds and animals species, the site is blessed with beautiful coastal cliffs, waterfalls and deep narrow valleys. When it comes to whale watching, the experience at the Walker Bay (at the coast of Cape Town) is unprecedented. It is an awesome experience when huge mammals like whales and sharks seem to be at hand. The Karoo desert is famous for its Mountain Zebra National Park that has inhabited some of the most unique zebra species. There is also the Karoo Nature Reserve that has nestled bizarre desert plants like kudus, buffaloes, hartebeests, springboks etc. The lovely and queer ecosystems that include coral reef, shore, lake, swamp and grasslands can be perceived at the renowned site called Greater Lucia Wetland Park. The Hluhluwe-Umfolozi Park in the Zululand region is a destination worth visiting for all the wildlife devotees.

The Cities that Count

·The city of Cape Town is one of the oldest cities of South Africa. The city receives vacationers' attention due to many reasons. The significant causes include - the stunning Table Mountain, The District Six Museum which is quite informative about the place and the displaced people, The South African Museum, The Castle of Good Hope that has been functioning as a guard to this area since ages.

·The city of Durban is popularly known for its 230 days of sunshine and its being the third largest of the South African cities. The city owns a refreshing beach known as The Golden Mile Beach, the Seaworld that holds attractive dolphin shows, the Waterworld with lots of slides etc. Also to be seen is the Time Warp surfing Museum that has a rare collection of the surfing mementoes.

·The South African city of Johannesburg has its own charisma. This wealthiest metropolis was once widely known for mining of gold from various sites here. The other pulls of the city are the South African National Museum of Military History, the Dynamite Museum, the Madiba Freedom Museum (well known for the exhibiting the life of Nelson Mandela) and the Johannesburg Zoo. The Newtown region of the city is dedicated to industrial work. But it has the admired Museum of Africa, the Soweto Art Gallery that parades the magnum opus of black artists, the SAB World of Beer and much more.

·The Western Cape Province is the area at the edges of Cape Town. This region is swarming with visitors due to the multiple attractions. The wine lovers never miss a chance to visit The Winelands area around Stellenbosch that has ample of wineries. The high mountain ranges like Franschoek, Slanghoeck etc add to the splendor of the place. If you encounter atypical sandstones and paintings on rocks and caves, this mystifying place is the West Coast and Swartland.

·The Bloemfontein, the judicial capital of the country and the provincial capital of the Free State Province is stuuded with museums and so visitors throughout the year.

·The Western Gauteng region of Gauteng Province receives special attention due to the wonderful caves in this area.

·The Northern Province lures the tourists with its exquisite nature reserves. The highly acclaimed is the Ndzalama Wildlife Reserve.

·The National Botanical Gardens on the Crocodile River in the Mpumalanga Province are quite informative about the geography of South Africa. The Little Dragon Mountains and impressive rock formations in this quarter are evergreen tourist spots.

About the Author

Mansi gupta writes about south africa safari topics.



Venues & Bike Rallies in Cape Town by Gregory Hudson

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When it comes to rallies, Cape Town's got the venues. Coast to coast, the scenery is spectacular, the roads are pothole free and un-policed and the campsites are a plenty.

But First a Few Rules...

Municipalities and campsite owners view motorcycle rallies with a little trepidation. They are a very territorial, especially when the areas involved are out on the edges of Cape Town. "Dirty Banners" "Doughnuts" and "rude behaviour" are frowned upon by the locals.


Ellensrust Campsite

Ellensrust campsite in Stilbaai is right off the N2 to Mosselbay. Featuring a spacious caravan park next to a lagoon. Just take the Stilbaai turn off and look left approximately 25 kms down the road, you'll see the signs.

Catch the Freedom Road Rally at this location which is organised by the Christian Motorcycle Association.

No firearms are permitted on this site.

Nekkies Holiday Resort

This venue near Worcester can be found along the infamous Breede River. Includes braai areas, hot showers, swimming pool and a tarred drag strip.

Here you'll catch the Annual Swallows Rally happening on the 24th - 26th of March. This rally is said to be one of the most talked about in Cape Town - Curious? Then find out why!

Mossel Bay

The Buffalo Rally in Mossel Bay is for motorcycles have been warned! Hosted by Nomads Motorcycle Club, this is one event not to be missed.

Basically, anything goes at the Buffalo Rally, just respect the property of others. No cars. bakkies, quads, trailers and caravans will be allowed access to the campsite.

No-one knows exactly where this rally will take place! One thing is for sure though, when in Mossel Bay you'll know it when you see it.

As usual, badges, caps, belt buckles and t-shirts will be on sale.

See you at "The Buff"


About the Author

BikeFinder aids those looking for motorcycles in Cape Town. Whether to attend bike rallies in Cape Town or to organise a vehicle for an overland safari, you'll find one at BikeFinder.



2007 Freedom Road Rally - Still Bay

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This photo has absolutely no relevance (yet) but I'm a firm believer in "sex sells" and those are two sexy bike parked there, isn't it? It's one of my previous bikes, a TL1000R and the world famous Bastard FZR from Hell and his owner, Axel.

Saturday afternoons at a bike rally means different things to different people.

To those who partied Friday night it's usually a time to start lookig for booze again as some sort of logic creeps back into their battered brains. Usually they're into the programme in no time at all and can drink huge amounts without getting (too) drunk again.

Those that never stopped partying will find Saturday afternoons a testing time for their will/staying power. Even the hardiest party animals have been known to disappear for an hour or two to catch some much needed sleep/food/showers.

The guys, and there's usually a lot of them, that only joined the rally on Saturday is easy to spot because they carry on like everyone else carried on the previous day.

To me, a Saturday afternoon at a rally is usually a time to I miss my family. O and my couch and my remote control - because I love my rugby.

So, you might ask, come Saturday, why exactly am I sitting on my arse with my back against a vibre-crete wall trying to get away from a viscious sun while drinking beer in the middle of the Ellenrust Camp site in Still Bay?

Well, firstly I have to sit on my arse because my chair is at the tent which is 20 m away. With all the kids zipping around on quads, pit bikes and bloudraad specials it's a hair raising experience to attempt to cross the two raods to the tent. If I wanted to go and fetch a chair, which I didn't, chances are I would have been ran over by one of the crazy kids. Even thought my arse were very tender because we've been sitting on grass, cement benches etc since the morning - I remained put.

The Vibra-crete wall is offering a bit of shade, and in the 30 plus degrees celcius heat that’s got to be a good thing because theres no shade at our tent. We're drinking beer because that’s what one does at rallies and Brink (who bought the beer) reacons he can't drink alone as that’s usually the first sign of alcoholism, so I had to help.

I protested in vain because I usually get viscious headaches when I drink beer in the sun and can't think of a reason why today will be any different. Off course that isn't going to stop me - I'm the worlds biggest optimist. Especially since I've discovered I get allergic reactions to most pain killers I've had to toughten up considerably and while knocking back the beers I was hoping today was my day - even while I could feel the pounding start in my neck!

And off course we're sitting in the Ellenrust Camp site because it's the Freedom Road Rally, presented by CMA CT (not the Concrete Manufacturers Association but the Christian Motocycle Association). I've been to the Freedom Road Rally for the last 10 years. I've missed only one (last year) because no-one I knew wanted to go as they all wanted to goto the Buff in Mossel Bay. And off course Simon and Gill had to emmigate to boost the coffers of the Australian Traffic Police and my hero Bobby realised his errant ways and was reunited with his family, then promptly disappeared to Gauteng. With no-one to fill the void left by these to IUB Charter Members I didn't feel like going alone. Off course the fact that I always shared their tents meant I didn't have a place to sleep either and with rain predicted I decided to stay home and blame it on the deserters.

This year, I'm with Deon Goosen owner of who do bike rentals and bike tours. Deon was on his Thundercat and a guy called Brink on a KLR650. I've known Deon for donkeys years and have been to a fair share of rallies with him. Brink I've met only once or twice on shorter runs. Deon has brought his 9 year old son along which was great for him when he suddenly felt like coffee/cooldrink or something to eat but less great when he was dragged away from the shade and beer to go and swim on Saturday around 2 o'clock. The 4 of us share two tents which we've pitched next to some bushes. I've forgotten sunblock and slops, Brink has forgotten a towel and Deon had forgotten his big tent but we're OK. No, really. We have beer.

The plan was for them to leave Cape Town around 2 o'clock on Friday and ride via Villiersdorp, Robertson, Ashton, Montagu and Barrydale. I guessed that would take them around 2 hours as the KLR struggles to hit 250km/h when going uphill. They would call me from Montagu and I'd leave from Swellendam and if everything goes well we'd get to Barrydale more or less at the same time.

At 16h45 I got a call saying they're in Robertson and running behind schedule and how long would it take them to Barrydale? I guessed another 90 minutes. So I left at what I thought was plenty of time and got to Barrydale around 17H30 to find them drinking beer and chatting away with the owner of the Country Pumpkin - a bikers favourite stop.

I had some time to stop at the Drupgrot in Tredouws pass to admire the scenere and take some pics of my bike. Actually these are old photos (no luggage, see) but it's a great looking bike and the scenery is awesome.

Situated on Route 62, Barrydale was founded for three main reasons, the first of them being the good water supply and  fertile soil. The second reason for the development of Barrydale was the Church that served the needs of the surrounding farms. I suppose the third reason would be that people needed a place to live. Whatever, the church still plays an important role in Barrydale as indeed in most rursal towns. Linking Barrydale and Swellendam (and by implication the R62 and the N2) - the Tradouw pass was built to facilitate the trade between Swellendam and the Little Karoo. It got its name from the San words 'Tarras' (footpath) and 'Doas' (girls). The two words were combined to create the word Tradouw. The reason they called the pass this was because the path of the pass was there before the pass was built and is believed to have been created by the San. I'm a bit sceptical about this lot (which I found doing research for this trip report) but there you have it. Apparently construction started in 1873 and was completed in 1877 by Thomas Bain, the great road engineer that built many passes throughout South Africa. It was once the pass had been built that the community built the first church. The post office was also very dependent on the building of the Tradouw Pass. The towns name is said to come from a businessman by the name of Joseph Barry. He founded the commercial company called Barry and Nephews and was the main business in the area. As such the town is named in honour of him. The first school was opened in 1885. Today the school stands on grounds donated by Robert Cooke in 1918. Or something like that.

I love the Karoo, OK, the Klein Karoo. After some beer and a chat we took Route 62 from Barrydale to Ladismith (about 70km). The plan was to take the Garcia Pass turnoff and goto Riversdale where we'd join the N2 for the 35km dash to Still Bay. The sun was going down and the shadows were long. It's one of the best times of day to travel this road (dawn being the other). The scenery was awesome. Our pace was set by the KLR (around 140-150kmh) and although somewhat tireing for us on the sportsbikes it was a good pace to drink in the scenery. The road surface is good but theres construction going on and going much faster would have been tiring.

Also along the way was Ronnies Sex Shop - a pub just outside Barrydale. It was once a shop owned by one Ronnie - called, rather unsurpisingly, Ronnies shop. The shop closed down and was left derelict. One day Ronnies friends decided to play a trick on Ronnie and they painted the word "SEX" in between the words 'Ronnie' and 'shop'. As one drives along the R62, one cannot help but notice the phrase that is written in bright red. Due to the interest shown in the derelict building with the words 'Ronnies Sex Shop' written on it, Ronnie turned it into a pub. 'Ronnies Sex Shop' has since been booming with business - so maybe a friend in need isn't always a pain in the arse as Ronnies friends set him up for international fame. As we zipped past there was a woman in a bikini (remember this is the middle of the Karoo) that turned out not to be a hallusination as I thought. What se was doing there I had no idea and wouldn't even want to begin to guess.

The Garcia Pass links Ladismith with Riversdale and is another Thomas Bain masterpiece. From the Ladismith side it's preceded by a 50km run which includes two straights that has to be 5 to 10 km's long in total with only one little hill seperating them. If you don't open your throttle to the stop here you have more will power than most or perhaps speed isn't your thing. Anyway we did - because speed is very much our drug of choice thank you very much. Unfortunately I had a tent on my back with the poles sticking out over my shoulder and as soon as I went over 200kmh my head was bobbing up and down like Stevie Wonder on speed so that was as fast as I could go.

The pass itself is very nice with nicely banked corners running into eachother. Certainly not as dramatic as some of his other creations the scenery, especially this time of day, more than makes up for it. Unfortunately, like most Bain master pieces most of the corners are blind. OK, maybe not Mr Bains fault (maybe natures?) but caution would be in order - rather take it easy and enjoy the awesome scenery. It was around six in the evening when we went through and the shadows were long and the Karoo was showning it's sensitive underbelly. We took it easy and it was worth every second we added to our journey.

Riversdal, founded in 1838 on the farm Doornkraal, owned by Hermanus Steyn is another pretty old town but most bikers will remember it as the town where you'd better stick to the speed limit as you zip through. According to history the first expedition to the Riversdale region was led by Hieronymous Crüse in 1667 to barter for cattle. 20 years later an expedition led by Izak Schryver befriended one mister Goukou (the leader of the Hessequas who wasn't a bike gang but apparently some rather unfriendly locals). When old Izak and his merry men weren't promptly murdered many barter expeditions followed. By the year 1772 five cattle posts had been established in the area then known as Overberg and farmers had started to settle here, leasing farms from the Company. These included farms such as Plattekloof, Assegaaibosch, Welgevonden, Hollebak, Doornkraal and Zeekoegat (now a historical monument). By this time it was to later for old Goukou as the imperialists were everywhere and has probably introduced him to some cool things he couldn't live without anymore.

Then the usual happened  - the population increased, a need arose for a church shops etc and the farm Doornkraal was bought in 1837 for R640. On 30th August 1838 Riversdale was proclaimed a town. I don't know when the speedcops arrived but that was probably soon after and they've been proudly relieving us of our cash ever since.

As we swung onto the N2, I noticed Brink was missing, so I turned around only to find him sitting on his bike at the stop street. I rode back and stopped next to him. He said something that sounded like "brand" - burn or fire - I couldn't hear as ACDC were de-waxing my ears via the walkman but nodded and poined up the road - there were a nice place to stop maybe a km up the road. He followed.

It transpired the man wanted a smoke break. O, and his arse was sore. So we stood around for a while and then jumped on the bikes for the last stretch. The shadows were now quite long and the last 20km's were covered in dusk.

26 km's off the N2 between Riversdale and Mossel Bay you'll find Still Bay and Groot Jongensfontein. Stilbaai, also known as the Bay of Sleeping Beauty, is part of the Garden Route. The towns clain to fame is because it's situated at an estuary where the Goukou (Kafferkuils - #$% can I say that? Why don't they change that to the OT Tambo river?) river meets the Indian Ocean.

That’s where we were going. Now, as mentioned Still Bay is situated at the mouth a river and has developed along both banks. The Morrispont Fishing Traps may be found here and date back to prehistoric man. Prehistoric man is not a man. It's actaully people, or so it says here, that lived a long time ago. Before historic (pre?), I suppose but that’s just a guess. So prehistoric would suggest before history itself happened? Whatever, this lot don't live anymore but has left us some nice artefacts of the Middle and Late Stone Age, rather lamely named the Still Bay Culture. Off course I know what the Still Bay Culture, the Middle and the Late Stone Age is but I can't explain it now because this is not a history lesson it's a trip report so Google it.

More recently, the Khoi-Khoi people used to live in this area. When the Dutch settled here there were numerous skirmishes between them and the Khoi-Khoi with neither group getting the better of the other. Then a smallpox epidemic wiped out the hapless Khoi-Khoi tribe in 1713 and the Dutch could concentrate on growing the population, farming and building churces and off course a town. The modern village was established in 1894 and it was used more for holiday purposes than for permanent residence.

Being Dutch some settled on the east bank of the river, others on the west bank. In no time at all there were 5 different churches, 4 political parties and with all the Khoi-Khoi wiped out by the smallpox there were no-one sto shoot. Not satisfied with taking pot-shots at their neighbours across the river, Still Bay West declared war on Still Bay East. No, no I'm joking I just made that part up. Anyway between 1930 and 1955 a pontoon ferried vehicles across the river. Then a nice bridge was built in 1955. Still Bay became a municipality in 1965.

More importantly, to the modern day biker and his trusty, bug-splattered steed, Still Bay offered beer, petrol and (at least this weekend) a camp site with a rally going on. Everything suggested a fun weekend was in store for us.

Friday evening we sat around the tents drinking Old Brown Sherry and talking nonsense in hushed tones so as not to disturb anyone. Our supper consisted of (a) bacon, egg and cheese toasted saamie (b) a footlong russian roll. O and 2 cups of coffee each. One of either (a) or (b) gave me a bad case of the shites. Or maybe it was the water which tasted like it came straight from the sea 6 months ago and was stored in dusty containers. Whatever I couldn't eat again before late into Saturday. I was startled to see that it's already almost one o'clock when we went to bed and off course I couldn't sleep. I blamed my pillow which consisted of my leather pants in my sleeping bag cover and wasn't very comfortable. In the other side of the tent Brink was having his own problems with his inflatable mattress losing air.

Saturday morning, as tired as I was, I was glad to be able to get up and take a shower - I just couldn't spend another minute with thap damn pillow. We send Wiehahn, Deon son to go and look for coffee but he came back reporting that everything was still closed. I tried to tune into the Stormers game on my telephones radio but there was no reception. We sat around for a while then saw people walking past us with coffee so went down to the CMA (not the Coffee Makers Association but the Christian Motorcycle Association) coffee tent to join a scraggly bunch of revellers in the queue for free coffee. We met some friends here and chatted for a while then went back to the tent to prepare for the Mass Ride. As everyone knows you prepare for a Mass Ride by sitting or laying around for an hour - smoking and chatting.

There were a lot of people. In fact I think it must be the biggest Freedom Rally in the history of mankind. Maybe even prehistory. Actually cancel that - there can't have been many bikes in prehistory so definately the biggest then too. We joined the queue at the gate by squeezing in from the side and after a while we were off. This year the route was different. Previous years (OK I wasn't there last year) we went straight to Jongensfontein about 10 km from the camp site. This year we rode out on the road that goes to the N2. Turning right a couple of kilometers from town we rode into a quant little town called Melkhoutfontein.

Melkhoutfontein offers the visitor a glimps into a community that’s received the Nelson Mandela Masakhane accolade for social economic community development. The redeveloped township of Melkhoutfontein is a much better place to live in thanks to government and private money being put to good use. The school boasts 28 pc's and 13 teachers and the community was open and friendly with only the odd guy stumbling around with a half empty beer bottle clutched in his hand - certainly not more than youd see at the rally camp site at any given time. The first-of-its-kind re-developed township was  cultivated by the descendants of the Khoi-Khoi - traditionally outstanding gardeners. The town is close to the Soete Inval Botanical Garden with fynbos species from around the province and apparently viewing in August/September is richly rewarding. Also worth a visit are the tourism production centre; the Soeterus Care Centre and Nuut Begin, the shelter for the homeless.

Previous years the organisers of the Rally contributed to the school. I'm not certain whether the same happened this year but hope so. Be that as it may, the sight of all these magnificent machines and their dashing riders and pillions must have been awesome as people lined the streets and cheered at us as we drove through town. Then we returned to Still Bay and took the regular route to Jongensfontein where we bought some Coke and ice creams and stood around eating it.

The stunts were from 13H00 to 14H00. They had a section of the public road cordonned off, event organisers with radios, flags and attitutes running the show. Deon was dragged of to sea for a swim by Wiehahn and Brink and I sat under some bushed drinking beer which I knew was a mistake but hoped in vain it would be OK. After a couple of beers we made our way to the road to watch the stunts - beer in hand.

The stunts were OK but the road was to short to separate the men from the boys came wheelie time. One guy on a ZX10 wheelied the entire stretch without changing gears - others di better but had to put the bikes down inside the allotted stretch. Anyway there were wheelies, stoppies, doughnuts and even 2-up wheelies and one guy that stood on his bikes tank. These were not professionals but the show was OK with only the odd hick-up. One guy fell but got up unhurt (bike broke a handlebar) and some guad rider also plowed but got up - bike OK. The sun was beating doen on us - I could feel my skin sizzling, so after about 45 minutes of watching this it became clear we weren't going to see a massive crash and we buggered of to go and find some shade in the main tent. With everyone still at the stunts we lay down on the grass and stayed there for about 2 hours as none of us had any desire to go back into the sun.

When Deon was dragged of to go and swim again, Brink and I went to the tent and found the shade next to the vibre-crete wall. We stayed there for another couple of hours and only got up about quarter to five to goto the liquer store and buy our braai packs for the evening.

Previous years it rained at the prize giving but this year it was a nice evening. There were too many people to fit into the tent - especially since some decided to bring chairs with them to lounge on. We waited till the last moment off-course so had to stand outside. I found a nice spot on some trailers wheel arch and could watch proceedings from lofty heights. But soon others spotted my great vantage point and two more guys got onto the wheel arch. I could feel it creaking and buckling so got off.

We didn't win anything (again), so went back to our tent to go and braai our steaks. We didn't have a grid so Deon went to borrow one and returned with the news (and no grid) that the two old timers who seemed to be having a whale of a time and annoying anyone else when they revved their big cruiser every half an hour through the night have had a run in with fate or stupidity when one tumbled off the back of the bike while on one of their ridearounds. He found them applying mercurochrome to eachother and looking rather rattled.

After a beautifull supper consisting of steak and garlick bread, rum and coke we retired to our tents. Deon once again said he's in no hurry to leave the next morning but we knew better and so it was. As we opened our eyes the next morning his tent bas broken down, his bike packed and his foot tapping. So we went to the showers.


Road trip to Whale Rally - Plettenberg Bay

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We started off from Gordons Bay around lunchtime on Thursday, glorious sunshine and promises of an adventurous weekend beckoned us.

We were two riders on KLR650’s with luggage for 4 days-now I wonder what you take with when you head for Kaïro ‘cos we had no space for spare tyres etc?

We passed through Villiersdorp heading for Barrydale, where we slept at Klein Doorn River guesthouse. First we ate something at Country Pumpkin and Derrick is such a nice guy. Sat chatting with us all the time and said he is heading for Namibia soon, also on his KLR.


This pic is of our bikeshelter at the guesthouse, see no dew on the seat and lots of sunshine on Friday!

We followed the Brandriver road to the T-junction at R323 where you swing right for 2 k’s before swing left to Muiskraal

Van Wyksdorp has only two streets and we got lost, remember to either pass the town and then turn right to “Calitzdorp” or get stuck in a deadend in town.

Rooihuis Pass is a nice road and there are nice views on both sides of the summit.

I think it might be Zoar in the distance.

We hit Oudtshoorn by 12 and there we filled up the bikes and ourselves-distance from Barrydale was 190 km

The De Rust route to Uniondale was tempting but 40km longer than R62 and Plett was waiting for us. The entrance to R339 (Prince Alfred pass) had a “road closed” sign but a bunch of riders assured us that they had come all the way from Knysna and the road was good. I just prayed that the Plett turnoff was also open.

This pic is taken at the start of a 13km downhill.

This is what the narrow roads are like towards the bottom. We had quite some Friday traffic heading for the café at Die Vlug where the locals did their shopping, I suppose.

The trout fishing and chalets were quite modern and somewhat of a surprise out there.

The Keurboomsriver which ends at Plett, actually starts way back and you cross it on the R62 about 10km’s before the Potjiesberg pass . Then you cross it once more at Die Vlug where it joins up with this river on the pic below.

Finally we reached Keurbooms Forever Resort where the Whale Rally was for the weekend. Lovely facilities contributed to a great atmosphere at the rally. You meet up with the friendly okes from the Eastern Cape side and discover that many of them don’t know Cape Town or never visited this side. Just one word of warning-avoid the riverside campsites, an icy wind comes down that river. Just pitch your tent the other side of the tar road and discover a totally different climate. Hell, my feet nearly froze solid at night.

A view like this soothed the aching butt a bit and the two night’s sleepover was just enough to up the spirits for the trip home.

Distance from Oudtshoorn-190km

We did a slight detour to George by taking the old road that starts from Rheenendal and exits by Saasveld passing through 4 passes looking like the pic below-real Knysna bush !

And now I know what Karatara looks like. I grew up in George but never visited this place. My travelbuddy. Brink, said that his mother actually attended the primary school there.

Well, I’d like to know who the Somerset West-guys were that we met up with at the start of the Prince Alfred pass on Friday? Were they WD’s?

We also ran into another WD ,called Spanner , at Heidelberg on Monday. We were coming back in rainy weather and Spanner travelled with us . He was all by his lonesome after a weekend at Still Bay.

Home is darem lekka when you’re drenched and tired. It’s the memories that makes such a trip worth the aches.

Now that the price of petrol is rocketing one way, rides like this will become priceless.


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