Day 9
After crappy cold night I woke up early, but then lingered in the sleeping bag waiting for the morning fog to lift. The villagers were on my case, circling around and keen to help me get through the tricky bit that threw me back last night. Which is nice, but the issue was noone spoke any English and I couldn't get any consistent reponse about the route and possible other route I have seen on the MapOut thingy. They all agreed that it is impossible, but then another one showed up who spoke good English and he said that is the best route. Go figure - I had to exercise my best self control, as I'm very cranky in the morning even on the best of days. It was the case where people wanted to be helpfull, but instead were getting in the way. I have dragged my feet, as I waited for my stuff to dry up a bit before setting of. When I did it was almost 10 am, and I decided to try the alternative as I wasn't keen on the washed out uphill section I failed yesterday.
The route I choose followed the river and I found out within 50 meters why they said it is not passable, when the rock face on my side dropped straight into the river. However, as my english speaking best friend said, there was a way to drop into the river and follow the bank along the rock face for about 40 meters through mostly shallow water and then the flat section with nice path reappeared. I walked the route first and then took off and made it without glitch. The path on the other side looked much more used and I was elated that I finally made it to the proper road. I was wrong:
While nominally it looked like a road pretty soon I came upon another badly washed out climb up towards the village higher up where MapOut was indicating that proper yellow road starts. Fresh, I attacked with gusto, but still managed to wipe out spectacularly at one juicy section:
The road did start at the village, but was badly neglected - and apart from the fact that I could see that it was cut into the mountain, almost imperceptible, but I was glad that at least I didn't have to tackle offcamber. After few kms I finally arrived to a proper dirt road and gunned it down remaining 20 or som km to Mohale dam, where I stopped for early lunch at a view point.
After the break I rode to the village underneath the dam in search of petrol. The place Losper indicated as the one to get petrol was burned down, but they had petrol at the shop next to the main road, so I filled up and set-off east towards Thaba Tseka. The original plan was to follow some tracks I plotted along the Senquanyane river, but it was past midday now, so instead I slabbed the next 40 km or so to Mantsonyane, where I turned south east to explore some dirt tracks heading to Thaba Tseka south of the main tar road. The road initially run for 40 or so km south west and was combination of very well maintained dirt and tar section at the steep uphills. It's perfect state was in stark contrast compared to completely neglected road I rode in the morning getting down to Mohale dam.
After those 40 or so km I turned north east onto very rocky track running along the tops of the mountains, which I followed for another 40 or so km, until it connected back to A3 near transmission tower about 10 km above Thaba Tseka. The track was pretty gnarly but nothing extremely technical, just very rocky. It was clearly quite used but mostly by foot traffic, even though it was probably build originally for motorised vehicles.
I arrived at Thaba Tseka still with plenty of daylight to spare. I filled up at chinese petrol station and headed for my favourite joint there, a bit pathetically named Motherland guesthouse. Unfortunatelly it was full. And so was the next guesthouse on the main road - clearly there was some conference in town and all accommodation seemed to be booked. Eventually I ended up at Buffalo hotel, that clearly wasn't that well connected to the government (who I'm sure financed the conference or whatever the gathering was), as it was almost empty. The fact that they were under reconstruction probably didn't help, but hte biggest drawback wast that they didn'e have restaurant open. In a rare display of initiative though, the receptionist organized that the cooks who were around for some reason will prepare chicken with rice for me and 2 other guests, so all good at the end of the day.