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Vaufi

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Back to the Roots – South Africa revisited April/May 2023

When the plane starts its descent to Johannesburg it still gives me goose bumps. Although I live in Germany for over 50 years it still is my home country.

This time I won't be travelling with a 4x4, but once again on a motorbike. The planned route will be 7,000 km. No hard-core adventure, rather the quiet back roads „off the beaten track“.

No game reserves, more through scenic, often remote regions. The southernmost tip of Africa, the semi-desert Karoo, the mighty Drakensberg. Of course to relatives and friends – with a vague notion of a farewell on my mind. The people are getting old and South Africa's future is uncertain....

This is the first time that I don't fly with SAA. Mismanagement and corruption has wrecked most state-owned companies. An interesting alternative choice is Egypt Air, with a stopover in Cairo. Good to stretch your legs.

Via the international bike and travel forum „Horizons Unlimited“ I met a guy from SA who was looking to swap bikes with somebody in Europe. His bike is a Ténéré thumper and mine is very similar, albeit 2 cylinder, F650GS. Same size, same weight, both fully kitted and ready to race for travel. Fortunately the bike is ideally suited to travel the dirt roads. On a previous trip I had borrowed a R850 Beemer – not suitable for gravel :eek:( and I landed in a ditch.

The bike:
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The planned route:
From Johannesburg straight to KwazuluNatal (KZN), to New Hannover near the provincial capital Pietermaritzburg, to visit my brother and SIL. From there to the mountain resort Witsies Hoek, further on across a little known mountain pass to Lesotho, the Monontsha Pass, and via Butha-Buthe back to SA/Freestate (FS). From here the trip turns south through the Karoo to join a bikers' meeting between Seweweeks Poort and Laingsburg.

From Cape Town the route will take me parallel to the Garden Route through the remote coastal mountains, through the rugged Baviaans Kloof (Baboons canyon), past the Addo Elephant Park to East London, where my younger sister lives.

From here the compass shows north, the route crosses some wild mountain passes in the Eastern Cape around Rhodes, just south of Lesotho. Finally the trip leads to friends and relatives in KZN, meanders along the Tugela river across Jameson's Drift through darkest Zululand, up north to Mpumalanga and ends in Pretoria. That was the original plan.

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14.04.2023

My new internet friend Neville picks me up at the Joburg airport. After visiting an ATM, buying a local SIM card and loading the bike, I'm off to KZN. Unfortunately very late, so that I only get as far as Kestell, west of Harrismith. Afrikaans area – good to train my Afrikaans lingo. The next day takes me to an old school mate in Estcourt, a day later I arrive at my brother's place.

The morning at Kestell is pretty fresh, we're on 1,500m and it is Autumn already. A few Kms on gravel is perfect to warm up. Kinda feels like home ;o)

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En route to KZN is the Oliviershoek Pass. The GPS shows 1.800m plus and, to make it worse, cold fog all around me. Bloody freezing in my light summer gear! So I turn off at “Little Switzerland” for a hot Cappucino.

Fortunately every meter drop in altitude brings the warmth back. At Burgerville farm stall I can buy my first biltong and droe wors since my last visit to SA. Best padkos on the road. The good old Boers knew that, and always carried some in their saddlebags when fighting the Poms ;o)

Arriving at my schoolmate's place near Estcourt I have to pass three electric gates – Welcome back in SA with horrendous crime rates. Not only in the cities, the farmers are just as much at risk....

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Next day I arrive at my brother's place in the old age village near New Hannover.

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My dad was parson here for a few years

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My school for 8 years

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My brother's place

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Garden and verandah

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The view

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Back to the Roots – South Africa revisited April/May 2023


Part 2



Sad to say, but my brother's health is in such a bad state that I decide to revise my trip completely. No more Lesotho and Cape Town, instead I will only skirt the Western Cape, travel through the Eastern Cape and return to New Hanover to support my SIL.


Early on Sunday morning there is hardly any traffic so I quickly pass through Pietermaritzburg and go for the Drakensberg. Today my trip will take me along the Berg to Matatiele in the Eastern Cape.


In Underberg I have a break at a cosy little bistro.

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The last stretch of gravel to Matat is mostly good, but partly washed out with deep potholes.

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At Matatiele I always stop at the Resthaven Guest House where I have stayed several times already. Surprisingly they aren't licensed any more, but I'm as thirsty as a sick mountain goat (as they say in Germany). So I buzz off to the local Golf Club. The only guests are a middle-aged couple trying to get over the boring Sunday afternoon with a few tots of whiskey. The young guy behind the bar is simply massive and probably weighs more than 150 kg.

The couple immediately makes it clear that my drinks will be for free. I patiently answer all questions about my trip, but reckon it's safer to quit after the first two beers.

After a superb beef fillet at the Resthaven I have a good kip. The next day awaits the traveller with one of the highest mountain passes, the Naude's Nek with 2,500m. Many years ago I had travelled this road with a German friend who had absolutely no off-road experience. A fascinating landscape! This time the road is in such a bad condition that I don't think twice and skip the turn-off to Rhodes. Instead I decide to ride to Maclear.

Jeez, I've got to get used to the road conditions in South Africa again! The little Ténéré performs beautifully, but it doesn't belong to me, and I want to return it in one piece to the owner....

So, Maclear here we come! I thoroughly enjoyed the stay at the Alpine Chalet – might not be the cheapest, but I felt that I could do with some luxury after I have been rattled to the bones on todays' dirt roads
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Now for some great impressions of the day:

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Back to the Roots – South Africa revisited April/May 2023


Part 3



After a heavy bout of flu at the beginning of the trip I feel much better after a good nights' rest in Maclear. The ride yesterday was tough – today 350 kms lie ahead of me.


Fortunately the trip to Cradock is completely tarmac with surprisingly few potholes. So I arrive early afternoon and go directly for the „Oude Pastorie“, a neat historic guest house where I have stayed several times already.


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Time enough to go for a long walk to relax the legs and bum. The clean streets and neat public space of Cradock are so different to other towns in SA. A few days ago I had read an article about an action group in Cradock in the magazine „Country Life“. The people were fed up with the local city council. Even massive protest actions by the people in the black suburbs, blocking the N10 with burning tyres, was just ignored. The private initiative recruited people to clean the streets and to tend the lawns and flowerbeds in the park. Other people joined together to clear the canals with chain saws and bucket excavators in order to restore the water supply. The motto was: „Take our town back!“
Apparently more and more private initiatives spring up where the administration fails. Certainly a way to go instead of giving up hope....

For the next day I had plotted a route that connected the farms. I travelled roundabout 200 kms. on dirt roads, passing through solitary landscapes. There was no traffic at all, the only people I came across were two farmers, chatting next to the road. I made certain that I wasn't lost, which they confirmed. This was the correct route to Willowmore ;o)

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Most of it was smooth and easy going, so I could travel at a speed between 70 and 90 kph. Only corrugations and sharp bends reminded me to be watchful. Two mountain passes and a steep descent with loose gravel were a change in the mostly quiet landscape.

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A good chance for a break during the long hours of riding are the farm stalls, a typical institution in South Africa. Next to their own produce they usually sell biltong, serve coffee and beer. Very often it is more like a little road-side restaurant.

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I was buggered by the time I arrived at Willowmore. The historical guest house “The Willow” was a perfect goal. A cold blonde, a hot shower and (no bullshit) Dinner by candlelight!

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Next on my route was a hidden and little known pass, the Montague Pass. Unfortunately it was closed due to flood damage. But there was a narrow gap at the side of the fence, just wide enough for bicycles and motorcycles. I stopped for a break under a high railway bridge where I met a cyclist panting up the pass. He thought I could ride down in spite of the wash outs. So I travelled all the way down and headed for George on the Garden Route.

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East of George is the beautiful „Seven Passes Road“, mostly gravel and very curvy. There you pass the village of Hoekwil, famous for it's Café sporting the best cheese cake around.

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I couldn't ignore that treat. The cake was great. So was the owner, who was also an ardent biker. When he inspected my bike he discovered immediately that the gear shifter was loose. First things first, so he got his spanners and tightened the bolt.

Today's goal was “Angie's G-Spot, a favorite place for bikers. Of course the parking lot was full of bikes, but only two of us stayed overnight.
The attraction in the bar room was a huge, fat Harley. Not actually the best choice for off-roading Long story short – the beer was cold and the sandwiches were better dog food. Besides that, I had to wait for at least half an hour for the sarmese. The cook probably had his afternoon nap :rolleyes:
Still, I enjoyed the stay. Harold (Harry) and Natasha are a special lot, but very interesting people. We chatted till late and had quite some drinks ;o)

Now some impressions of the day:
This is where the tarmac ends (very soon).
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The main building
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The kitchen
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My new friend
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Harold and Natasha
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Farewell
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Thx guys :) I felt I had to return the favor, since I always enjoy reading your RR's. Besides that - I love to collect WPTs of special places mentioned in these RR's (y)
Even after thousands of kms in Southern Africa, you'll always come across gems you didn't know about ;o)
 
Back to the Roots – South Africa revisited April/May 2023


Part 4



Angie's G-Spot was a magic place to be, but I had to carry on. When approaching Angie's from Knysna you pass through a dense subtropical forest. Towards the north the road passes through a beautiful little canyon, crosses Prince Alfred's Pass and enters the little Karoo.

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The track across the pass.
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There you feel like having arrived at the top of the world ;o)
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The southern parts of SA has many scenic routes. Nowadays the Swartberg pass is quite well known overseas, because motorbike companies like BMW or Honda etc. invite the journalists to this area when they introduce a new bike on the market. Nearby is the beautiful Baviaans track, but I presume they don't take journalists there for fear of wrecking the expensive new motorcycles ;o)


No reason for me to stay away. I hadn't seen the western parts of Baviaans yet, so I entered the reserve from Uniondale and had planned to get a room in Baviaans. Unfortunately it was a long weekend, thousands of 4x4's and no vacancies. It was too late to carry on to Patensie, so I returned to Uniondale.


The road towards Baviaans is about 70 kms of lekker smooth gravel road. Then the first canyon begins – awesome, difficult to describe, and even more difficult to catch the fantastic landscape on a photo.

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Patensie is citrus area. The plantations are covered by mesh to keep airborne looters away.
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The next morning took me across the Suurberg pass, north-west of the Addo Elephant reserve. I had driven across this pass a few years ago with my wife and hadn't forgotten the great views.

But since then the road was obviously not maintained any more. Apparently even the local farmers don't use it any more. It was just ruts and rocks. Bushes and trees had grown halfway across the piste. The Baviaans road seemed like a breeze in comparison. Halfway up I considered turning back, but being on my own I would have battled to turn the bike around on the steep ascent. So I gritted my teeth and just carried on :eek:(

Up to the first farm the piste was fairly good:
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But then the gnarly part started. At the top I met a couple travelling in a 4x4 and stopped for a chat. “Are you lost?” the guy asked, whereupon I could only answer: “No, I'm just f*cked!” He told me, that the part behind him was pretty rough, but to my relief it was only a bit bumpy and overgrown, and absolutely easy to ride.

During a break inbetween I saw that the indicator was damaged. I had probably hit a bush on my way up. :oops:
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Nonetheless I was relieved when the following road sign pitched up:
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The final kms to Alicedale took me through huge game farms. Fortunately the gates weren't locked. So it meant open and close one gate after the other – but I knew that a cold beer was awaiting me at my next overnight stop in Alicedale 😛

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After a quick visit at my sister's place in East London I took a beautiful road into the mountains of the Transkei to Ugie.

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A stopover at a country-style restaurant taught me a new view on possible problems in life.....

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Meanwhile the end of the journey was coming nearer. On my way back to Josi I had planned to ride small backroads along the Tugela. This is deepest Zululand. I was born in Zululand, so this would be like “coming home”. Unfortunately I ran out of time and, instead, headed straight for Commondale to visit an old school mate who is farming in the Pongola area. I love these farm stays. It is so relaxing compared to city life!

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My friend and me. No, I don't ride with flip flops. I do have proper riding boots 😳


Autumn coming soon.

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After nearly six weeks of sunshine the rain caught up with me. From Middelburg to Pretoria it was pouring down. I was wet, cold and miserable, but my friends in Akasia soon fixed that with a nice, hot rooibos.

Unfortunately that wasn't the last adventure. I borrowed the Volksie from my hosts to visit some classmates in eastern Pretoria. I hit one of the craters they call potholes and ruined a tyre. On my last bloody day....!

That was it. Next, I brought the Ténéré back to my friend Neville with whom I did the bike swap. Thank God, it was still in one piece, and I was really grateful for the good bike. Hopingly next year he will pop up in Munich to ride my Beemer in Europe.


Final station: Egypt Air. Last beer in Joburg airport – none on the flight :
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Hi Hans
Loved reading about your trip. The photo's are great......especially the ones with my bike in it :)
Hope to see you in Munich next year
Cheers, Neville
 
This made for some awesome reading, and much envy generated. Looks like you had a blast! Thanks for sharing.
 
Hi Hans
Loved reading about your trip. The photo's are great......especially the ones with my bike in it :)
Hope to see you in Munich next year
Cheers, Neville

Yeah!!! Once again: Thx for the swap! Your XTZ performed just great (y) :love:
Actually I seriously considered to sell my F650 twin and get a Ténéré like yours, but the engine of the little twin is so smooth in comparison - and the prices of the XTZ are pretty high here....

Cheers, Hans
 
Thanks for sharing, Hans, what a lovely RR.

Machts gut!
 
Back to the Roots – South Africa revisited April/May 2023


Part 4



Angie's G-Spot was a magic place to be, but I had to carry on. When approaching Angie's from Knysna you pass through a dense subtropical forest. Towards the north the road passes through a beautiful little canyon, crosses Prince Alfred's Pass and enters the little Karoo.

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The track across the pass.
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There you feel like having arrived at the top of the world ;o)
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The southern parts of SA has many scenic routes. Nowadays the Swartberg pass is quite well known overseas, because motorbike companies like BMW or Honda etc. invite the journalists to this area when they introduce a new bike on the market. Nearby is the beautiful Baviaans track, but I presume they don't take journalists there for fear of wrecking the expensive new motorcycles ;o)


No reason for me to stay away. I hadn't seen the western parts of Baviaans yet, so I entered the reserve from Uniondale and had planned to get a room in Baviaans. Unfortunately it was a long weekend, thousands of 4x4's and no vacancies. It was too late to carry on to Patensie, so I returned to Uniondale.


The road towards Baviaans is about 70 kms of lekker smooth gravel road. Then the first canyon begins – awesome, difficult to describe, and even more difficult to catch the fantastic landscape on a photo.

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Patensie is citrus area. The plantations are covered by mesh to keep airborne looters away.
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The next morning took me across the Suurberg pass, north-west of the Addo Elephant reserve. I had driven across this pass a few years ago with my wife and hadn't forgotten the great views.

But since then the road was obviously not maintained any more. Apparently even the local farmers don't use it any more. It was just ruts and rocks. Bushes and trees had grown halfway across the piste. The Baviaans road seemed like a breeze in comparison. Halfway up I considered turning back, but being on my own I would have battled to turn the bike around on the steep ascent. So I gritted my teeth and just carried on :eek:(

Up to the first farm the piste was fairly good:
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But then the gnarly part started. At the top I met a couple travelling in a 4x4 and stopped for a chat. “Are you lost?” the guy asked, whereupon I could only answer: “No, I'm just f*cked!” He told me, that the part behind him was pretty rough, but to my relief it was only a bit bumpy and overgrown, and absolutely easy to ride.

During a break inbetween I saw that the indicator was damaged. I had probably hit a bush on my way up. :oops:
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Nonetheless I was relieved when the following road sign pitched up:
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The final kms to Alicedale took me through huge game farms. Fortunately the gates weren't locked. So it meant open and close one gate after the other – but I knew that a cold beer was awaiting me at my next overnight stop in Alicedale 😛

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After a quick visit at my sister's place in East London I took a beautiful road into the mountains of the Transkei to Ugie.

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A stopover at a country-style restaurant taught me a new view on possible problems in life.....

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Meanwhile the end of the journey was coming nearer. On my way back to Josi I had planned to ride small backroads along the Tugela. This is deepest Zululand. I was born in Zululand, so this would be like “coming home”. Unfortunately I ran out of time and, instead, headed straight for Commondale to visit an old school mate who is farming in the Pongola area. I love these farm stays. It is so relaxing compared to city life!

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My friend and me. No, I don't ride with flip flops. I do have proper riding boots 😳


Autumn coming soon.

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After nearly six weeks of sunshine the rain caught up with me. From Middelburg to Pretoria it was pouring down. I was wet, cold and miserable, but my friends in Akasia soon fixed that with a nice, hot rooibos.

Unfortunately that wasn't the last adventure. I borrowed the Volksie from my hosts to visit some classmates in eastern Pretoria. I hit one of the craters they call potholes and ruined a tyre. On my last bloody day....!

That was it. Next, I brought the Ténéré back to my friend Neville with whom I did the bike swap. Thank God, it was still in one piece, and I was really grateful for the good bike. Hopingly next year he will pop up in Munich to ride my Beemer in Europe.


Final station: Egypt Air. Last beer in Joburg airport – none on the flight : View attachment 858302

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That's how it's done!

Lovely report.
 
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