Right, time to wrap this up. From Little Switzerland we backtracked a little and then headed down through The Golden Gate Park to Zastron. There was no internet at Little Switzerland so we were relying on finding something along the way using the GPS. It showed up a place called The Highlands Guest House in Zastron that was quite pleasant and offered up a good steak dinner. It was really starting to get cold by now, even felt like a little snow was on the way.
Our luggage load was lightened a bit as we zipped in the linings for our jackets that we hadn't needed for the rest of the trip and pushed on to Graaf Rienet where we stayed with a woman who had once been engaged to PW Botha. She broke it off, but there were newspaper cuttings all over the place with pictures of the happy couple! I wanted to have one last decent gravel ride and reckoned the Swartberg Pass near Oudshoorn would be just the job. We stopped in a village called Willowmore at a cafe cum antiques shop. Great cheesecake there.
Arriving in Oudshoorn we found a decent place near the town centre - Gumtree Lodge- for a couple of nights, and rode the Swartberg Pass the following day. What a lovely ride that was. We had lunch in Prince Albert and then looped back round via the Meiringspoort and De Rust.
The owners of the Gumtree recommended that we took the back road to Calitzdorp the next day en route to Montague. What a lovely road that is. You go up towards the Swartberg pass and then turn off onto a beautiful gravel road that leads straight to the centre of Calitzdorp. Sad to be on the last bit of gravel, but a good way to go out, I suppose.
Naturally we had to make a stop here, although I seem to remember getting a free drink at The Country Pumpkin just down the road last time we passed through...
Oh Lord, I wish we hadn't stayed in Montague for two nights. Nothing wrong with the place at all, but when we set off for Cape Town we could see something really nasty in the way of weather coming our way. Now I've ridden through some shite in my time, but the rain was just biblical and the wind was howling, so everything sprayed up by the trucks went straight at us like insult being added to injury. It was properly scary, and I wished the Hugenot tunnel went all the way to Camps bay. If we'd got there a day earlier we could have just sat out the storm in comfort. Still, nearly 10 weeks without rain I suppose we can't complain- if you manage 10 hours up here in the Highlands you're doing well.
Ah, Camps Bay. I love it there, and the manager of the place (who owned a GPZ1100) we stayed upgraded us, so we basically had the entire top floor of the building to ourselves. For all of fifty quid, which wouldn't buy you anything here in the UK. It was a great place to swig a bottle of bubbly with Altus and Simone who schlepped all the way from Durbanville to help us celebrate the end of the journey.
£50..! A tank of fuel for a GS is about 25 quid.
Slap up meal with Altus and Simone.
The next day we picked went down to Paarden Eiland to drop the bike off with Econo Trans. Had to take a few bits off and drain the tank, but they took care of everything else.
And that was it, next stop Edinburgh and my brother's place in the Scottish Borders.
About 5 weeks later the bike was delivered direct to my door. An oil and filter change, check the valves (still fine) and the balance of the throttle bodies (ditto) and she's good to go again. In fact, with very close to 50000 miles on the clock I would say it's running better than ever. What a machine- at 18 years old it's still utterly reliable and feels like it will run forever.
I don't suppose this trip would amount to a hill of beans in some circles, but I think it shows that it is possible to travel around Africa on a bike and still do normal African holiday things like game watching. The camping (29 days) was great fun- apart from the commie ants- and all the gear, especially the Mosko panniers and the Mitas E-07 tyres which worked a treat. At no point was anyone less than friendly (although one or two pissed up lodge owners need to take a good look at themselves), we met loads of great people, including all the Dogs at the Oasis spitbraai, the borders were a laugh and most of the lodges and camp sites were very pleasant indeed. I have no problems with the driving (although GP drivers in SUVs are a bit of a menace :
) and I think I may even have learned a thing or two about riding in sand. I wish we could have done the whole trip we planned- right around Lake Victoria- but maybe that will be our next trip.
Question is, why isn't everyone doing it? Africa? It's a bit mad, but it's definitely brilliant. :biggrin:
Total distance (in Africa) 13200km. Breakdowns: 0. Spills: 2 minor, 2 that hurt (but no bones broken). Problems and annoyances: 0.
PS Kevin (Alfie Cox's brother in law) who we met at Kunene has got himself a bike now. A KTM perhaps?
PPS Pooratech/KLR alert- very useful (near essential actually) 'accessory' - an ice hockey puck attached to a string loop to put under the side stand. Stopped the bike trying to flip itself over every time I got off it...