Day 7 - part 4
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At the stop in Onjuva I checked with Bertie how he was feeling. It was past 2 pm, we were out of the mountains now and it was fast open plain and riverbeds riding most of the way to Puros, 130 km away. Alternatively, we could call it a day and stay in Marble campsite about 1 km away.
Bertie felt good, so we decided to push on. Justin took a while to get ready, so I just gunned it down the valley first keen to stretch 500s legs a bit on the open sandy bush plain, a nice break after the slow slog over the mountains we had for past day and a half. I made it to the T junction at the bottom of the valley about 10 km away in no time and stopped to wait for the other two.
The other two were nowhere to be seen. Initially I just thought they took it easy - I enjoyed quite some speed coming down - but eventually I realized something was not right, and with an uneasy feeling in my stomach slowly rode back. I found them about km or two back. Bertie was sitting on the ground in the shade visibly shaken trying to get his breath back, while Justin collected debris from Bertie’s crash. This one was a good one - Bertie lost it at about 80 kmh and ended up again in crashing against a tree/bush. All things considered, he got away lightly - he was badly bruised and shaken, but luckily not harmed seriously. The bike required little bit of maintenance such as straightening the bars and such that Justin attended to, but again luckily was also OK.
We took a long break allowing Bertie to recover a bit. I suggested that we can return 10 km back to Marble campsite and call it a day, but once he caught his breath, Bertie opted to continue on to Puros. I gave him half heartedly by now very overused spiel about taking it easy, and reverting back to our usual riding order with Justin upfront and me sweeping behind Bertie we set-off again.
We had about 20 km of open track running on the west side to Khumib river to the D3707 and Orupembe turnoff, where we would jump into the river and follow it for another 50 km south, at which point we would jump over one of the most scenic passes I know to my favourite - Hoarusib river and follow that another 25 km down to Puros.
We have made it to the Orupembe turn-off without glitch. Normally I would turn into the village to get some drinks and photo at the famous Orupembe Shop 1, but we just had some in Onjuva, so I decided to skip it and we just jumped into Khumib riverbed and rode down the river for the next dozen km or so.
About half way through in the riverbed Bertie had another mishap, nothing too dramatic, but still he ended up with the bike facing the wrong way and more importantly his feet stuck under the bike in unnatural direction. Again, we got lucky - he just scored bad bruise on his feet that would bother him for the rest of the trip, but no broken bones. But I sensed that he is more or less out of it. So I took a lead and took us out of the riverbed onto the double track running on the open plains east of the Khumib river. Bertie, keen to get to Puros asap pulled his head down and pushed steadily first without any stops or so much as a glance to the beautiful scenery. Justin followed with with occasional stop to take picture of particularly interesting Himba female, and I swept, stopping to take picture of every new rock I came upon.
We regrouped again at the turn-off to the Hoarusib river. Bertie was waiting silently, not enjoying himself one bit. By now even Justin was hurting. He suffers from carpal tunnel ailment and his throttle hand was giving him a lot of pain. None of them complained, but it was pretty clear that both of them just want to be done and over with the day as quickly as possible. It was sad really, as we were entering in my estimation the most beautiful part of Kaokoland - the pass between Khumib river and Hoarusib, followed by the upper Hoarusib section. While Khumib river is a nice river on its own merit anywhere - except for Kaokoland, it is very poor cousin to Hoarusib.
I was torn - on the one hand I didn’t want to hold the other two, who were clearly both hurting, back. On the other hand I was about to ride one of my all time favourite areas in the golden hour of setting sun.
Bertie and Justin heading up the pass: