Now off to find the Magwa falls. The GPS indicated for us to take a left turn into the Ntsubane State Forest. I knew this was incorrect and that the correct turnoff was in fact a few kilometres further on. But Kingsley was gone and in his element negotiating these well used forest tracks, so there was no stopping him. After a few kilometres we came across a vehicle with three locals loading logs. After greeting them I asked about the falls and they promptly encouraged us to continue. After a few more kilometres and some turn arounds we eventually got onto the main tea plantation road to the falls.
It was here that Kingsley got a rear wheel puncture and we pulled over and dreaded the repair and wasted time. Fortunately we had a can of puncture fix and decided to try that first. Within a few minutes we were on our way again with a rock hard back tyre.
On arrival at the parking for the falls we were enthusiastically greeted by several little tour guides who willingly posed for a few photos.
They spoke very good english and made us feel most welcome and were very excited about showing us where to go. We couldn’t let any of them down so took on the whole little group. They were so caring about me crossing the river and would indicate a safe spot for me to place my next step and stayed close to me the whole time in case I slipped. They chatted continuously as we crossed the wide and slow flowing Mzizangwa River.
Just in front of us is the edge of the waterfall.
To get a good view of the falls it was necessary to cross the river and get to the other side of the gorge. We edged closer to the dangerous and unguarded cliff and these youngsters were fearless and posed for photos right on the edge. I was forever calling them back but they had done this many times before and displayed such confidence.
The view was spectacular and breathtaking. These
Magwa Falls, second highest waterfall in South Africa, in the middle of the 1800 hectare tea plantation was so impressive as the curtain of water plummeted 142m down into a narrow canyon formed many years ago by seismic movement –‘a sudden movement of the earth’s crust along geologic faults, or volcanic activity.’
It’s also said to resemble the Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe, but on a much smaller scale. I was blown over by this view and couldn’t believe that a thing of such beauty was on our doorstep and only now was I privileged to see it. Thank goodness for motorbikes and the need for adventure.
Kingsley is so afraid of heights and he just hung back and worried about all of us getting too close to the edge. The kids took great delight in telling us a story about a stolen car that had been pushed over the cliff edge into the gorge and we could just make out the wreck at the bottom of the canyon.
Time was running out so once again it was necessary to tear ourselves away from this geographical wonder and get back to our bikes.
After ‘googling’ some You tube footage on the falls we came up with ‘The most insane rope-swing bungee jump ever,’ video. I can’t believe there are such adrenalin junkies out there, but definitely worth a look at.
We gave our tour guides a generous payment for their super efforts and said our farewells.
It was decided that we should go to Lusikisiki and refuel for the following days ride. On arrival back at the campsite we were greeted by quite a few other campers that had arrived during the day. We continued to enjoy the space on our huge veranda and spent the evening relaxing and reading.
This is the link to that video I mentioned.
https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2ahagb