Day 15
I woke up finally to a clear sky. There were still clouds east, but nothing threatening like the Zim days and it seemed like I may finally spent the day dry. The objective for the day was Tuli block on the border of Zim, Bots and SA - the last chance to ride among proper african animals on this trip - I mean among them, not behind the fence. Of course to get there I wanted to ride as much dirt as possible, so I wanted to follow small tracks running south along the Bots/Zim border.
Good weather and relatively short planned distance (only about half of the prior day), made for very relaxing start of the day with long hearty English breakfast in the hotel restaurant and leisured packing. So when I finally set-off it was almost 11 am.
From Francistown I have retraced back to the Matsiloje on the Zim border, where I got promptly lost again. It’s funny as the tar comes from west all the way to the village boundary - presumably to get you to the border crossing, yet the sole purpose of the village set-up seem to be to make sure that you don’t find the crossing on the east side. After few trial and errors I have eventually made it to the border gate at which I turned right and took the dirt trek following the border fence south. The trek seemed to be used only by border patrols. I followed the trek for about 15 km and it was getting more and more deserted - I checked the GPS and realized that the trek I thought I’m on is actually running in parallel few km west. I came across little path branching west so I took it to reconnect to the GPS trek, but soon the path disappeared in the bush.
So I retraced back to Matsiloje and with my nose stuck on GPS at about 8 meter resolution I’ve found the right dirt road and set-off south again. The dirt road heads towards Dikgathong Dam (about 40 km south of Matsiloje), which is fed from the west by the Shashe and Tati rivers. The road was dirt winding through the Bots bush - it allowed for relatively higher speed with sliding rear around the corners, but I had to constantly watch out for washouts and mudholes - very entertaining.
There was a gate and obligatory police checkpoint about 1 km before the dam. The police were friendly and chatty, but then they decided to inspect my luggage (I was probably the biggest entertainment they had for a whole year so they had to stretch it a bit). I complied grudgingly, but this arbitrary bureaucratic bullying gets to my nerves very quickly - nobody checked my luggage on any of the border crossings where I may have expected it.
After the check I have reached the dam wall and followed it on the east side through the dry spillway. The dam was pretty long, but funnily I have never seen any water as the road run lower than the dam. On the other side I came to Robelela Kgotla village, where I hit the main dirt road towards Selebi-Phikwe. This was the main supply road to the dam as it was wide straight gravel road - one of those boring wide corrugated dirt highways, which are best taken upwards of 160 kmh. Tenere wouldn’t get there, especially with the crappy running engine so I stuck to 120 kmh - these are the only dirt roads where those 1200cc things can make some sense (but even the tar in Zim is much more preferable to me).
I disposed quickly of the remaining 60 km or so to Phikwe - the more traditional twin of the Selebi-Phikwe metropolis, where I hit the big tar road and turned into Selebi.
Selebi is one of those alien impersonal towns with incongruously modern buildings and infrastructure sticking like a sore thumb from the surrounding bush - big contrast to the more traditional Phikwe. It looks like it was all built in the last decade thanks to some kind of gold rush (some newly discovered mineral deposit or something) and local people, who probably until recently still lived on cattle posts, don’t seem to feel at home there yet.
I’ve stopped for petrol at Engen garage - with shop and other amenities. Despite its totally modern set-up, the locals made it feel a bit like the frontier town in spaghetti western (kind of like initial scene in the Once upon a time in West). People - including children were remarkably unfriendly, parking always way too close to you for no particular reason and just staring quietly without any greeting or normal human acknowledgement - quite weird especially in Africa, where people usually engage with you warmly within seconds. I’ve read recently somewhere on the internet one of those idiotic articles about top ten places to travel to - according to that particular New York Times bimbo the best place in Africa is Botswana, because of its friendly people. Well sorry, the Botswanians (not only in Selebi), with Ethiopians are by far the least friendly people in Africa (barring war zones like Congo) - if I may venture broad sweeping generalization.
I didn’t linger and after quick lunch bar and smoke I set-off to Tuli about 120 km south-east. Because of the late start I was running out of time - I wanted to get to Tuli before darkness to still manage some safari ride about, so I followed one of direct roads on the map rather than retrace back to the border. The road was tar all the way to the Zanzibar on the border, where it ended in T junction with the main dirt road crossing Tuli along the Bots/SA border. At the T junction I turned left on the dirt road and after few km came to turn off onto the double trek to the Molema campsite about 10 km away right on the Bots side of the Limpopo river.
I’ve been here once before and this trek always gets my blood pumping - it’s double track winding through wild bush where Big 5 roam freely. Last time here I spent the whole night in the cabin accompanied by at least 30 elephants grazing around, as well as couple of enamoured porcupines. So I was on my tiptoes ready for quick face-about should I come across ellie.
But the ride to camp turned uneventful - I have encountered only herds of impalas and some elephant spoor in one of the creek beds. I guess the green vegetation made the animals dispersed around. In the campsite I was welcomed by the two attendants in the office , who still remembered me by name from about 2 year ago - I’ve spent one night there then (definitely exceptions to the generalization above). To my embarrassment I could not remember any of their names. I have paid for one of the cabins and settled in quickly.
I was surprised to find the camp completely empty. Even when I checked the visitors book there seemed to be very little traffic throughout the holidays. On one hand I like that as I do not like big crowds. On the other hand I find it perplexing, as Tuli block is a little gem - I have found about it only after few years in SA by accident in an article in Enduro World. It is one of the last places in Africa where you can ride among the animals freely roaming about (admittedly only on the main road crossing the whole block and the approaches to Molema camp, as the rest are private reserves off limit to bikes - but not fenced, so the animals roam anyway) and easily accessible from Gauteng over a long weekend through the excellent network of Limpopo dirt roads. This IMO is absolutely unique adventure proposition for Gauteng and Limpopo bikers, unmatched by trips like Kruger fence of Sani pass (except if you do Lesotho proper) and with much better riding in between. Anyway, I better stop proselytising or next time I’m there I may be sorry.
I went for quick walkabout around the Limpopo river bed - which again to my surprise was completely empty. I was here after long periods of heavy rains and have seen pictures afterwards (probably later dated though) of Martins Drift completely flooded. I have seen some elephant spoor and the standard baboons troops, but not much more. The place though has magic atmosphere as its just across the border from SA, and yet it has that proper wild African feel, especially with sun setting down.
After the walkabout I quickly jumped on the bike to go for another quick game drive on the trek between camp and the main dirt road. Again, I have seen only impalas, but the colours of the bush in the setting sun made up for it nicely.
I continued on the main road north east all the way to the Solomons wall in the riverbed. I was surprised to find the river bed completely flooded and uncrossable. It was getting late - and I could not continue, so I just turned back and have ridden leisurely back to Molema for a good night in the African bush.
Map for the day: