Heading towards Sutherland
Eventually I reach the only tar I will travel today, until I reach my destination: I have enough fuel and don't need to turn towards Sutherland. I turn right towards Verlatenkloof and Matjiesfontein...
... but very soon I turn left towards Allemanshoek Pass
Ah, a closed gate.
And another one
Oh wait... is that a vampire gate?!!
It's the first time I've ridden this way, and the scenery is spectacular.
Allemanshoek is in very good condition. The steep bits are covered in concrete and I'm glad I finally made a plan to ride this way.
The last gate
More adventure lies this way... Next time, for sure :ricky:
The sun is fading, throwing longer shadows. Suddenly my phone rings in the middle of nowhere - signal has found me. It is the lady I have an arrangement with to provide me with dinner, wanting to know where I am. "I'm on a bike", I tell her, "I'll be there soon"
Merweville finally appears on the horizon.
As I ride into town, a row of motorbikes parked on the left catch my eye. A hand waves at me from the stoep of the establishment. I wave back, without clue as to who it might be, and head towards my accommodation for the night, Springbok Lodge. I'm tired and want to set up tent and wash up, and then I'll make a plan for dinner.
At the Lodge, it turns out the camping spots are geared more towards caravans than two-person tents. I'm pointed towards a pile of rubber mats, and make myself comfortable.
Eventually I reach the only tar I will travel today, until I reach my destination: I have enough fuel and don't need to turn towards Sutherland. I turn right towards Verlatenkloof and Matjiesfontein...
... but very soon I turn left towards Allemanshoek Pass
Ah, a closed gate.
And another one
Oh wait... is that a vampire gate?!!
It's the first time I've ridden this way, and the scenery is spectacular.
Allemanshoek is in very good condition. The steep bits are covered in concrete and I'm glad I finally made a plan to ride this way.
The last gate
More adventure lies this way... Next time, for sure :ricky:
The sun is fading, throwing longer shadows. Suddenly my phone rings in the middle of nowhere - signal has found me. It is the lady I have an arrangement with to provide me with dinner, wanting to know where I am. "I'm on a bike", I tell her, "I'll be there soon"
Merweville finally appears on the horizon.
As I ride into town, a row of motorbikes parked on the left catch my eye. A hand waves at me from the stoep of the establishment. I wave back, without clue as to who it might be, and head towards my accommodation for the night, Springbok Lodge. I'm tired and want to set up tent and wash up, and then I'll make a plan for dinner.
At the Lodge, it turns out the camping spots are geared more towards caravans than two-person tents. I'm pointed towards a pile of rubber mats, and make myself comfortable.