With an invitation to stay over at the Hankey Hotel before tackling Baviaans I immediately settled in with the owner and his son – in the bar.
It was not long afterwards that the first farmers started arriving to quench their thirst. At first they would just check you out but when realizing that you’re actually from the same planet they will open up – man these okes opened up.
Plenty tales of guys on bikes that attempted little trials from out of Baviaans towards Steytlerville, only to break their bikes and return to acknowledge defeat – vushka my bru – Bakkie and Co, be aware…
Next morning I felt particularly shit, apart from the normal babalas symptoms – strange how I always tend to ‘ruk die hoender’. The hotel owner arranged with his cuzzy, the local GP in Patensie, to sort me out with some cortisone injection et al – within an hour I felt like Valentino Rossi heading towards Baviaans.
This was my first time doing Baviaans and didn’t really know what to expect - some of the farmers warned that the road was in the worst condition ever and Bakkie about keeping to my right at the Smitskraal crossing. All I did know for a fact was that Baviaans offered one of the most scenic routes and I wanted to check it out….
It was Tuesday, the first working day after Easter, and I felt like an escaped prisoner – the Big Smoke temporarily erased from my memory.
The road itself turned out be quite easy going as soon as you get into a rhythm – had two close calls with 4x4’s – one kiepie nearly pushed me over the edge on a steep uphill as I was passing him. His eyes were bigger than mine afterwards so I just kept on moving.
Smitskraal crossing – water level very low
Some three hundred meters from the bottom of the last downhill before you get to Smitskraal I came across two guys on bikes going in the opposite direction – although on relatively small bikes (think XT600 & some 250) it was obvious that they were not comfortable with the road conditions and was about to turn around. I convinced them to at least give it a bit more of a go as it was only the start of the pass. Hopefully the ambulance that passed me about an hour later wasn’t for them – maybe the sod in the Vito I passed some two hours earlier??
Some more pics of Baviaans
I arrived in Uniondale some 4 hours after leaving Patensie – my destination was Angie’s G-Spot in Prince Alfred pass. Man this road needed good throttle control as it was slippery as hell – I just could not find the balance and was constantly in some sort of slide..
From previous RR’s Angie’s G-Spot looked like the business, and yes, it did not disappoint. Even though the owners were away on their own bike trip (KTM nogals) I really enjoyed my time with the other travelers as well as the barman / chef from Zim
I think the owner came up with a brilliant idea when he started this little gem of a place.
I really longed for my dogs when I saw these two chaps….. that small okie is a real persistent bugger and wanted all the attention……
The biker tent I ‘scored’ from Bakkie. If the average two man tent can be compared to an average sized house this little number would most probably be classified as a small bachelor flat – it would completely collapse as soon as you got inside. Main thing, it was a tent and nogal waterproof too…. Shotto bra.
The next morning I just wandered through the owner’s little garden with flowerbeds – pretty unique – “Once upon a time I use to be a goofball, now I’m just an oddball”.
Only left Angie’s at 10 bells the next morning and headed for BMW in George to change the oil – what a pleasure meeting up with Donovan again – always willing to help at short notice and talk a bit of shit.
My Lesotho Slipstream oil
From just outside George I started taking farm roads and used the mountain to guide me all the way in the direction of Riversdal where I arrived at 5’ish.
Quick dop & chop from local butchery & bottle store and I was on my way to Vermaaklikheid. On these roads you can easily clock in excess of 180km/h without realizing it – you can just as easily miss your turn-offs at this speed and that is exactly what I did.
Missing Vermaaklikheid completely and too late to catch the ferry across the Malgas River I pushed on to Witsand – that night I braaied and shared my chops and dop with some local fisherman – they also showed me where to pitch my tent – don’t know what time I passed out (WTFC) but woke up pretty refreshed the next morning.
Malgas river crossing
Pearly beach turn off
Kogel Bay – surfer hotspot of note. Just a pity that my nephew had a prang on that road shortly after this pic was taken – broke couple of toes when he smacked some old toppie head on. All his mistake as he was driving on the wrong side of the road, thinking it was America.
Rocky Bay & Party time
Gordon’s Bay weather
Lone ‘Blurry’ Ranger
Party, party, party….The Tavern, Gordon’s Bay