We didn’t make the end of the game as sundowners and crayfish were calling (travelling light sometimes forces you to eat the local fare). So we relaxed on the ‘stoep’ and soaked up the awesome view.
The rest of the afternoon was very relaxing and I kept looking up to skies to see if there was any indication of rain. We were doing the home run in one stretch and would be trying to move a bit faster and I wouldn’t be comfortable doing it if the roads were wet. Instead there was an amazing sunset that ended another enjoyable day.
Bright skies and sunshine greeted us early the next morning and at 6.30 am we reluctantly set off for the long road home, moving a bit faster while keeping a wary eye out for the ‘big five’.
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All was going well until something hit me on the side of my helmet and for a frightening moment I couldn’t see a thing as this sand clod had exploded in my face. Unfortunately my visor was up and didn’t offer me any protection. I had to stop immediately as I couldn’t see where I was going. Kingsley, unaware of what happened continued on ahead. After much rubbing and wiping I managed to get most of the sand out my eyes. By now I was so angry that I started screaming all sorts of profanities (like only a woman can), in both English and Zulu, at no one in particular as the little s**ts had disappeared into the bush. I’m sure they heard me and probably didn’t understand a word I was saying but I certainly felt a lot better afterwards. Kingsley eventually came back to find me and we both followed a path into the bush only to discover several locals washing clothes at a river. Not being able to identify him we decided there was nothing that we could really do. Both these stone throwing incidences occurred at the same place and I never saw him at all. My eyes were red and irritated and I was so shook up and angry that I couldn’t enjoy the rest of the ride to Port St. Johns which took us 3 hrs 30 min from Hole-in-the-Wall .This unfortunate experience was a first for us and hopefully an isolated incident
So please be cautious on this stretch of road.
After a cup of coffee and an unappetising breakfast at the North.East.West.South Restaurant I started to relax again.
It was a long ride back to Howick with a few STOP/GO’s to break the monotony. Between Kokstad and Underberg we were buffeted by some extremely strong winds which seemed to be coming from several directions. This certainly kept us alert as it took all our concentration to negotiate these winds. By late afternoon the clouds were hanging low and the rain threatening to put a dampener on things.
It was a relief to finally arrive home at about 4.30 pm, tired, stiff and numb!! But hell, it was worth it. ;D
Thanks to all who have shown an interest in this RR. Sorry if it was a bit drawn out but I enjoyed diarising and reliving this nice experience.
Take care when riding out there!