Rain in the Richtersveld Two.0 - Desolation & Dunes

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Our stomachs full, we headed back to Springbok.

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Regrettably we were unable to ride the shipwreck route, a previous group of bikes had gone through and ridden everywhere but in the tracks they were meant to be riding in. No one wanted a repeat of this, despite our impassioned pleas.

 
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The twisty river bed was not suited to me, anything under 30km/h in sand is HARD. So when Marc threw his bike down on a tight corner, I omitted to stop and help him up. A transgression I would pay for later.

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Craig naturally found a rock to climb.

And when the thorns closed in over the sand a summit conference was called to decide on the best course of action.


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Our route master felt the need to toughen us up a bit, concerned about the influence the flowers may have on us.

We turned off the road that had served us well to this point, and onto a well rutted twee spoor track.

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We rode over the rise toward a large granitic intrusion, technically called an inselberg. Or as Justblipit would say - a Gomo.

Craig was desperate to give it a go.

No - down boy. Stay. There will be plenty more.

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