We left Underberg on Thursday morning with mist threatening which we went through between Himeville and Sani. After clearing the SA border post we tackled Sani Pass which was rough but not bad until we reached the last 2km before the top. The last section was badly washed out leaving loose rock and deep ruts. I passed Trevor on one of the corners, where he had dropped the 1200 Adventure, and carried on until the next corner where I could stop and walk back to assist him. Before walking back I had to rest as the altitude and being unfit was taking its toll on me. All 3 bikes needed to be manhandled over loose rocks on the next corner and Ettiene took a tumble just after this when a rock rolled out from under his front wheel. After this the next few corners to the top were smooth going, what a relief to have reached the top of Sani without dropping the 1150. A celebratory beer at the highest pub in Africa was had.
According to the map we had the Black Mountain Pass and 56km of dirt to cover before the tar began. Black Mountain Pass was loose rock and bad ruts, on the decent we came across 2 heavily loaded Dakars both being ridden 2 up. The one had just been dropped because the load was too heavy on the back causing the front to lift on the one steep rocky climb. The tar road that was indicated on the map did not exist as it had broken up and we were riding on the base of the tar road which was very loose, rutted and pot holed. Going was very slow on this never ending stretch with a max of 65km/h reached. Some enterprising locals were filling the ruts with rocks and the pot holes with sand, needless to say they wanted payment for this road repair. Coming from the coast it was strange to see bridges over flowing rivers at an altitude of 2995m. With a threatening storm and not sure of the border post closing time I pushed on until the temperature had dropped way down and I pulled over at the turn off to Afriski to put on my jersey. A few km later we did have a tar road to ride at last, beautiful and twisty. Moteng Pass lifted my spirits hairpin bend after hairpin bend, what a pleasure tossing the bike through the bends. We arrived at the Ficksburg border post about 17h30 and headed off to the Woodpecker B&B for the night. An excellent supper of Eisbein and veg had been prepared by our host. A good days hard riding had past.