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Pack Dog
A long weekend is a special treat, I hadnâ??t been on a long trip on the 640 for ages, the catering business ( www.spitbraai.com ) keeps me very busy over October , November and December. So a few of us (George, Mathew and myself), all on 640s decided to hit Swazi land in big way.
We departed Midrand at about 8 am on the Saturday am.
From there it was about 60 kms till we hit the dirt and our first obstruction
Soon after that we crossed the spot where the road sank in January, now the entire road was about 2 meters lower, but easily crossable.
We stopped a few times for a snack and to admire the views, not in any hurry, we need to be at the border by 4 pm.
We filled up and bought a block of cheese which went down very well with some provitas.
Just after that the heavens decide we were to warm and need some rain, we quickly stopped and put on rain gear.
From there it was all tar to the border. I love small border posts. It was raining so we stopped there, asked the cops to boil the kettle and we have coffee while we waited for the rain to stop. At this point George noticed that his milk had spilt all over his kit and was luck enough to find a hose to wash out his top box.
The border official were not interested in seeing any papers for the bikes, they wanted the chassis and eng numbers to check on the natis system.
Once the rain subsided we went on through the Swazi side , where the road tax is R50 , at least I know I am contributing to the kings next fancy car , at least I got a receipt.
From there it was on to kirkhill farm where we would camp for the two nights.
Smoking the hubbly with some friends
Early the next morning
I was raining so we all parked under the shelter and got the bikes ready for the days 400km loop .
We started of riding through the forests where it was rather slippy.
Once out the forest we hit some tar and then dirt again, stopped at a spaza shop and bought some cool drinks and lovely small vet kok.
I had seen a road on T4A that goes to the Moz border but doest carry on , the plan was go investigate.
Here were some guys making a channel we think for fishing.
The two other 640s
A lunch stop which was very warm and humid, we were at about 500m alt.
After about 8 kms of this
We came to this
And here I am in Moz
There was a huge hole in the fence and a very well worn foot path.
From there it was a nice chilled route back to the camp site.
Once back at the site we climbed into what ever booze was left over and fell into bed.
Next morning we packed up and headed back via a similar route.
A final beer at the Dros with big smiles.
We departed Midrand at about 8 am on the Saturday am.
From there it was about 60 kms till we hit the dirt and our first obstruction
Soon after that we crossed the spot where the road sank in January, now the entire road was about 2 meters lower, but easily crossable.
We stopped a few times for a snack and to admire the views, not in any hurry, we need to be at the border by 4 pm.
We filled up and bought a block of cheese which went down very well with some provitas.
Just after that the heavens decide we were to warm and need some rain, we quickly stopped and put on rain gear.
From there it was all tar to the border. I love small border posts. It was raining so we stopped there, asked the cops to boil the kettle and we have coffee while we waited for the rain to stop. At this point George noticed that his milk had spilt all over his kit and was luck enough to find a hose to wash out his top box.
The border official were not interested in seeing any papers for the bikes, they wanted the chassis and eng numbers to check on the natis system.
Once the rain subsided we went on through the Swazi side , where the road tax is R50 , at least I know I am contributing to the kings next fancy car , at least I got a receipt.
From there it was on to kirkhill farm where we would camp for the two nights.
Smoking the hubbly with some friends
Early the next morning
I was raining so we all parked under the shelter and got the bikes ready for the days 400km loop .
We started of riding through the forests where it was rather slippy.
Once out the forest we hit some tar and then dirt again, stopped at a spaza shop and bought some cool drinks and lovely small vet kok.
I had seen a road on T4A that goes to the Moz border but doest carry on , the plan was go investigate.
Here were some guys making a channel we think for fishing.
The two other 640s
A lunch stop which was very warm and humid, we were at about 500m alt.
After about 8 kms of this
We came to this
And here I am in Moz
There was a huge hole in the fence and a very well worn foot path.
From there it was a nice chilled route back to the camp site.
Once back at the site we climbed into what ever booze was left over and fell into bed.
Next morning we packed up and headed back via a similar route.
A final beer at the Dros with big smiles.
