Day 9: Aus, Rosh Pinnah, Ai-Ais (355km)
The road from Aus to Rosh Pinnah is tar, it’s long and it’s boring. The town itself is a typical mining town full of busy people and cars. Fortunately I had no business there other than to juice up, and I got going again. The pic below is well-known, and I’ve seen it in many previous ride reports.
I saw two guys coming from the south, and we stopped to have a chat. They were on their way to Windhoek for business, and were making use of the opportunity to see some other places. It was nice to chat to like-minded people for a change.
The road along the river is magnificent. I was looking for a place to stop for a swim, but being alone I wanted a spot where I could also keep an eye on the bike. I was not successful, so I just pushed on. It was now immensely hot.
I was very keen to see ‘n halfmens, and did some research before the time. Through Google Earth I found a spot on my route where they could be seen, and I had the coordinates in my GPS. It took a bit of searching as the coordinates were out by about 1km, but eventually I spotted them. I had to climb a koppie to get there, but it was worth the effort. These plants grow approximately 1,5cm per year, so I estimate this specimen to be about 3 times my own age. The halfmens is an endangered plant. It was almost a sacred moment to be able to stand next to it.
The well-known reed-houses of Aussenkehr
My plan was to ride the Gamchab 4x4 trail and even overnight there if nobody sees me, but the temperature made me decide that it would be irresponsible to tackle that on my own. I was so looking forward to it, but on a solo ride in such extreme heat, one also has to use the few brain-cells that are still functioning at that point.
Arrived at Ai-Ais safely and pitched my tent under a shade tree. Everybody just warns about the Bob’jane. To the guys going to the bash later on, my advice would be to take a rubber-snake along (oh, and leave the warm clothes at home).
The temperature of the outside pool is higher than body temperature. I discovered the secret is to dive in, and then get out so that the breeze cools you off. Once dry, you just repeat the process.
These two (from Central European descent) got themselves some meat at the shop, and they then collected firewood (i.e. the seed-pods that fell from the palm trees) to have a braai. Maybe I’m the fool, maybe they were going to eat the meat raw and use the seed-pods to sweep infront of their tent.
By now I was fed-up with tinned food, and I decided to eat in the restaurant. The service is good, the menu is not bad, and above all, they have aircon (oh, and it’s not expensive). They have an outside bar, and it’s amazing how one can have 5 draft beers in succession, and not feel it. I mentioned before that I was determined to avoid dehydration.
And so another peaceful day in Africa draws to an end.