On Sunday morning we all parted our ways again. Since I had such a great time extending my trip on the way up I was looking forward to do the very same on my way home. Instead of 1.300km I had covered about 1.800km on my way up to the gathering. With some interesting places in mind I would probably clock a similar mileage on my way back.
Funny enough it is always a strange feeling if you have spent time with a good bunch of people and then suddenly you are on your own again. It almost took me half a day to enjoy being on my own again. Once I am in the groove and shake all my worries off in connection with a broken bike or needing some help after a fall, there is nothing more rewarding than riding on your own. Since I never plan ahead I literally can do whatever feels right at the moment. I never have any idea where I will spend the next night and it gives me a sense of freedom which is hard to explain. If a road is fun to ride I just carry on even if this might lead me off the general direction I would like to travel. If it doesn’t feel right I change direction, easy as that.
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After visiting Hogsback one more time and spending some time in the woods, I was heading towards Somerset East. I am always curious if I see water on the map and sure as hell I wanted to see what the Darlington Dam would look like. Another bonus is the fact that it is located in the greater Addo Conservation area and no commercial building are allowed around the dam. The gate did open by the push of a bottom with no other formalities taken place, great.
Darlington Dam turned out to be well worth a visit, with a lot more water in the dam than most of the others dams I have seen lately. It also covers a huge area, 15 x 14km and does hold a substantial amount of water. Apparently most water to the dam finds its way from the Orange River, which is quite astonishing given the great distance to the dam.
After spending some time at the lake and visiting the dam wall it was time to head on. It was about 3pm when I left the dam and I was considering spending the night in Steytlerville. As it was still a bit too early to worry about my accommodation, I decided to rather tackle the Grootrevier Poort towards Patensie. I have done this route 2 years ago and remember the water crossing when Gerry drowned his bike. I was hoping for a lower water level as I did not want to spend the night at the river as I did not pack my tent and sleeping bag.
Funny how our mind works when we start to worry. I already kind of thought about all the possible shit that could happen to my bike and I did see me camping at the river already. Once you consider the worst option as reasonable nothing usually happens and it turned out to be very little water in the river for the crossing. I was almost disappointed to be on the other side of the river without any challenges. By that time it was already close to 5pm and having quite a way to go I wasn’t quite sure how much time I would need to cover the distance to Patensie. I did need fuel and of course some sort of accommodation for the night before I could enter the Baviaans the next morning.
The road was a little rougher than what I could remember from 2 years ago. In any case, I was making good time to the pass. More rocks than usual were hitting my front wheel quite violently and I was expecting a flat tyre at any time. I did make it to the pass just in time to witness a stunning sunset.
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In the distance I could hear another bike crawling its way up the pass from the other direction. It sounded more like a single cylinder dirt bike and it turned out to be a guy on KTM 640. Next to the road we were having a chat and he told me that he was doing this section for the 4th time in one week as he was living on a farm outside of Grootrevier Poort in the direction of Willowmoore about 60km from where we were. He then I asked me where I intended to stay for the night. I just lifted my shoulders and told him that I would not know yet. He then offered me a bed on his farm but that would mean that I would have go back the 60km where I just came from. It didn’t suit my travel plans at this stage and I declined his offer as I wanted to spend more time in the Baviaans the next day.
In hindsight I do regret not to have taken this kind offer of a local to sleep over at his place. It would have been a great opportunity to get to know another biker which I would have not met otherwise. I am sorry to the chap on the 640 that I was not spontaneous enough to change my travel plans. Hopefully we will meet another time to get to know each other. If you ever come to Cape Town I will always have a bed for you.