Wild Dog Adventure Riding

Riding: Plan, Report and Racing => Ride Reports => Topic started by: Ri on December 30, 2020, 09:07:33 pm

Title: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Ri on December 30, 2020, 09:07:33 pm
Soon after my Swellendam weekend, my manager contacts me late in the day. A colleague who had been working on a certain proof of concept is now on a few weeks' leave, and the manager needs a feature implemented urgently. Just a single view, simple and easy, most of the grunt work has been done. Am I up for it?

Freshly invigorated, I accept and start working on the feature based on zero documentation, with zero background, and only vague specifications. The sweet dream of a single view is not as straightforward as it seems, though. Alarmed at not being able to integrate the simple new view with the supposedly solid, working old code, I panic and start working around the clock, trying different solutions. Soon, in my usual runaway Ri style, I over analyse, over architect and overcook the simple view into a whole new proof of concept, rewriting everything, missing deadline after deadline. Secretly, I'm amazed that at my age, my mind can still function on so little rest, albeit a little incoherently. I also know it's not sustainable; that soon, I'll crash and burn.

During this time, another invite pops up in my WhatsApp: John Wood is leading a small group up Side Entry into Baviaanskloof. I reply, half-jokingly, half-yearningly asking whether he thought I could keep up with the hooligans on his tour. I've been longing to do Side Entry for a while now, and was hoping to do it in May, riding to EC Bash with the EC Wild Dogs. John immediately assures me I'm most welcome, and even arranges for my bike to be trailered up for me. I can only blame diminished mental capacity due to tiredness for foolishly accepting his offer, and often during the following days I question my decision, coming to the edge of cancelling. But when will such an opportunity come again? I put in leave and my saint of a manager grants it, despite the missed deadlines. I'm in!

John arranges for friendly gentleman named Mark to meet me at Butterfly World on Thursday afternoon, to take me and Blue to our starting point at Prince Albert. We stop for late lunch just outside De Doorns at a delightful farm stall, and chat all the way to Prince Albert.


Apologies for the quality of the photo's: I only noticed afterwards that the images are distorted, especially on the right hand side. The camera is in desperate need of a service, but I haven't had time to take it in.

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Mark

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John, meanwhile, is riding to Prince Albert along with the other hooligans.

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I've never stayed in Prince Albert before, usually driving or riding through and maybe stopping for something to eat before heading out again. It is a beautiful, quaint little town, and the people are very friendly. As the only lady on the tour, I again have a room to myself everywhere we stay, something I really appreciate.

View from our guesthouse

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Wayne Whitman, followed by Jan Dekker, leads me to our accommodation.

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Title: Re: Kareedouw Afk.k 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Tom van Brits on December 30, 2020, 09:23:33 pm
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Title: Re: Kareedouw Afk.k 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Noneking on December 30, 2020, 09:42:13 pm
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Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Ri on December 30, 2020, 09:46:00 pm
Dinner is at the Karoo Kombuis, who are very very grateful for our support and treat us like kings and queen. The food is wonderful, and the wine Mark brought along goes down very well. I enjoy the decor of the Kombuis.

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My companions on this trip, from left to right, is Gustav, on the GS800 hippo who Swan Lake'd after our Swellendam trip, John Wood (690), Jan Dekker (schweet 950), Marais Steyn (pristine AT 750) (who I mistakenly call "Marius" for most of the trip :-[) Jan-Lucas de Ridder aka @Amsterdam (701), Leon le Roux (fat 1050 I think) (he was chosen to participate in the Honda Quest), Mark (690), and Wayne Whitcomb (990), semi-permanent fixture at Cederberg Oasis. Gustav is about as raw and untalented a rider as I am, but the rest are all seasoned pro's, and I can only imagine their derision at my lack of skill. Ah well.... suck it up, Buttercup. 

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After dinner, some of us head home to get some sleep, but others go trawling for a bit of alcohol action. They meet a liquor store owner from a rural town with a literal bakkie load of alcohol and sommer have a good kuier in the street, before slingering home to kuier further on the stoep of the one guest house. Early the next morning, we all bustle about bright-eyed and bushy tailed, getting ready for the trip, but our fearless leader moves like treacle. He had fallen asleep on the stoep where someone had covered him with a persian run and put a pillow under his head. He'd woken up and tried to find his way to our guest house. Unable to find the gate, he had crashed on the couch in the living room. He says he hadn't kuiered like this since his school days, and looks a bit under the weather.

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Soon we are all packed up and ready to go. We head over Swartberg Pass. It is cold and the icy wind is howling as I cross the pass behind everyone else, but we still find Leon, the only smoker in the group, at the top of the pass having a smoke break. The others couldn't stand the cold and decided not to wait for him.

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My beloved blue donkey also gets me there

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Modern day form of vandalism. What is it with bikers and stickers? Yes I know it's not ALL bikers, but I guarantee these stickers are mostly from bikers.

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We stop at Kobus se Gat for breakfast, a footlong hot dog roll filled with scrambled eggs, "tamatie smoor", bacon, eggs that is surprisingly tasty and very filling.

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Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Firecoast on December 31, 2020, 08:37:09 am
Can't see the photos for some reason, but am subscribing nevertheless.

We were going to do side entry in May, but COVID had other plans. Definitely next year.
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Herklaas on December 31, 2020, 08:41:18 am
 :sip: Kan ook nie die fotos sien nie, dalk het daar skandes gebeur wat sy wil verbloem.  :bueller: :pot:
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: roxenz on December 31, 2020, 08:54:30 am
Janee, daas iets fout met my oŽ ook.
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: jaybiker on December 31, 2020, 08:55:19 am
Shame about the photo's, I'm so interested to see.  :sip: :(
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Firecoast on December 31, 2020, 09:01:59 am
Oh phew! Thought it was my crappy laptop again.
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Black_Hawk on December 31, 2020, 09:26:00 am
Subscribed, I'm always looking forward to Ri's ride reports. I hope that she can sort out the issue with the photo's.
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Ri on December 31, 2020, 09:41:40 am
After our lekker brekkie and especially some great strong coffee, we carry on. It is a long, boring slog to Kareedouw, and somewhere along the line we lose our fearless leader - he developed mechanical problems, and is trying to organise help. Jan-Lucas capably takes over the reigns and we storm ahead, me almost last with my kind minder Wayne bringing up the rear. Just outside Joubertina, I notice that Wayne is no longer behind me, but I don't think much of it. He is probably just filling up. I'm slow, I need to try stay with the others, and he's a big boy, he doesn't need my help.

At Kareedouw, where we are supposed to lunch, it turns out that Wayne got a flat tyre just outside Joubertina; his compressor gave up the ghost and he is stuck. Thankfully some kind farmers notice the biker, and various stop to offer help, but a farm worker, traveling in the direction of Kareedouw, selflessly loads up his fallen tyre, brings it to Kareedouw for inflating, and takes it back to Wayne.  I feel terrible - had I turned back, I would have been of no use, but I could've provided some moral support and company.

Sidenote: I never know what to do in these situations. I have everything a tube-sporting thumper needs to fix a wheel by the roadside, but whenever I stop and offer help / tools / patches / compressor I'm patiently shooed aside while the experienced guys do their thing. Should I stop for moral support and hang around like a bored little gatvliegie? I always end up feeling unwanted and underfoot

After about 30 minutes, Wayne rejoins the crew idling around the Kareedouw fuel station, where we are having quick, expensive snacks from the store. Some brave souls even opt for - shudder! - garage pies. Our fearless leader still hasn't rejoined us. His sprocket resembles a Cape Flats mouth, all pÍthion gÍp, and George KTM is sending people and parts to assist. He will rejoin us tonight at Makkadaat's Caves in the Baviaanskloof, but we're on our own for Kareedouw Side Entry. Jan-Lucas and I joke that John sat with a hammer until he developed that sprocket problem, to catch up on some much-needed sleep.

It is late in the day, probably 14:30 or 15:00 when we eventually take the road towards Side Entry. I crawl along as fast as my nerves and skill allow, but I still fall behind quite quickly. Wayne, onverstoord, patiently crawls along behind me, assuring me that he is in no hurry at all. Nervous as I am, I'm having the time of my life. We reach a gate, and things go downhill from there...

New cheap polarised sunglasses I bought at Kareedouw, after I realised the tinted safety glasses I was wearing distorts my vision and causes bad riding (that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it). The glasses don't suit my face but they look pretty bad ass in the helmet 8) They were an excellent buy for the price, and I now wear them on every trip.

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Jan Dekker rearing to go. He doesn't smile much. He and Mark are neck-and-neck up front the whole trip.

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Marais' beautiful Africa Twin

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The road becomes more of a 2-spoor and sometimes only a 1-spoor.

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Jan-Lucas, our stoic leader, rides back to check up on me.

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I think this photo was taken after my first fall, which at the time didn't feel so bad but turns out to have been the worst one. The luggage rack falls on my boot heel, trapping my foot. I twist and drag my ankle, managing to release it. This has happened a few times, and I realise it's because I put my feet down to try catch the bike bike when I come to a hurried stop. My feet gets dragged backwards, into a prime spot to be trapped by luggage or pannier racks. I'm trying to stop doing it now, but the damage is done.  At the time, it is sore but not too bad and I carry one without much hassle, but I must've hurt some ligaments. Jan-Lucas decides to let the rest of the guys race ahead, and opts to stay with me and guide me down the mountain. I feel like precious cargo, riding along with Jan-Lucas and Wayne at the rear.

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The scenery is breathtaking, and I wish I could spend more time looking around. The sun is making a fast getaway too, though.

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Jan-Lucas and Wayne stare longingly into the Baviaans... so near, and yet so far

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Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Ri on December 31, 2020, 09:48:32 am
I fiddled with the photo sharing settings again - hopefully it's fixed now. I think Google changed things. Let me know if you still have hassles seeing the photo's

Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Ri on December 31, 2020, 09:49:29 am
Can't see the photos for some reason, but am subscribing nevertheless.

We were going to do side entry in May, but COVID had other plans. Definitely next year.

I know, right?!  :'(
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Firecoast on December 31, 2020, 09:49:52 am
Sooooooooooooooooooo pretty!
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Firecoast on December 31, 2020, 09:51:47 am
I fiddled with the photo sharing settings again - hopefully it's fixed now. I think Google changed things. Let me know if you still have hassles seeing the photo's

All good.

I think THROTTLE and I deserve a dirty weekend on the bikes and this seems like the perfect ride for it.
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Firecoast on December 31, 2020, 09:55:50 am
Where did you leave the bakkie and trailer?
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Ri on December 31, 2020, 09:57:24 am
Where did you leave the bakkie and trailer?

It was locked up at the guest house in Prince Albert. They have a big yard. Wayne also drove up from Cape Town, and his van was also stored there.
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Firecoast on December 31, 2020, 10:00:22 am
Where did you leave the bakkie and trailer?

It was locked up at the guest house in Prince Albert. They have a big yard. Wayne also drove up from Cape Town, and his van was also stored there.

My folks live in Prince Albert, as does Heimer and Martina (so could trailer and drop off our son for a bit of Ouma time), but I see Kareedouw is pretty much halfway between here and Prince Albert, so might as well take Big Boy and the Mistress and do some low flying on the tar to Kareedouw.
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: DUSTRIDERS on December 31, 2020, 10:06:54 am
Sub!! :thumleft:
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: roxenz on December 31, 2020, 10:57:56 am
I can see clearly now! Thanks Ri, look like a good ride.  :biggrin:
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: RobC on December 31, 2020, 11:13:07 am
 :thumleft: one day...
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Tom van Brits on December 31, 2020, 11:25:09 am
Lekker  :thumleft:
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Crossed-up on December 31, 2020, 12:09:35 pm
Good one, as always!
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Tuareg on December 31, 2020, 12:13:30 pm
Keep it coming, please....
I still need to tick the side-entry box......
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Ri on December 31, 2020, 01:50:15 pm
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From here on the riding becomes really hectic. There are short, sharp, steep switchbacks sporting deep ruts and piled with boulders. One day I'll ride it again and see that the boulders are only pebbles, but today my sphincter chows my seat and my palms are sweaty. I try standing to allow the bike to jump around as it wants to, but my short legs and arms have me hanging off the handlebars and I can't control the throttle. I sit down, paddle around the corners, point Blue upwards and gently twist the throttle. Blue, the mechanical goat, sturdily grumbles his way to the top, climbing any obstacle in his way, sometimes hopping from one side of the track to the other, with me hanging on with knees and teeth. At some point Jan-Lucas carefully suggests that maybe I should try standing more, but I tell him that the muscles between my shoulder blades are cramping. He accepts this without arguing, which I greatly appreciate, stressed as I already am. This terrain is terrible, the worst I've ever ridden by a LONG shot!! How on earth did Zanie get her little pig up here?!!

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Under my steady throttle Blue climbs hill after hill, jumping ruts and rocks without hesitation - oh how I love this bike! - and suddenly we reach the top. Wayne unexpectedly takes off ahead and quickly disappears from view down the steep corners; he probably decided that with Jan-Lucas there, he doesn't need to stick around, and I'm happy to think he can have a carefree ride down. Around the second corner I come to sudden grief: for no reason I can fathom, Blue's butt steps out and I tip to the right.

It is just a small, slow-speed fall and I'm up on my feet quickly and lifting the bike with Jan-Lucas' help. Barely 20m further I lose my balance and fall to the right again. This time I land with my knee on a rock next to the road, and the suit's protective armour connects painfully with the fleshless tibia right below the knee. I curl in pain for a moment, unable to stand up, and Jan-Lucas quickly comes to lift the bike again.

Jan-Lucas is really concerned. Even though I don't complain or say a word, he feels that I'm losing concentration, and that it would be safer for him to pillion me the rest of the way. We ride past Side Entry again the next day, and can fetch Blue then. Light is waning fast and we need to get down. I tear up a little. I really REALLY want to ride all the way down Side Entry, but he gently insists. I accept his wisdom and don't argue. I also really appreciate that he is willing to pillion me down at some risk to himself. He starts unstrapping my pannier bags while I quickly take a few photo's.

Then I notice a splash of bright green through the foliage almost right below us. I take a closer look, and excitedly call to Jan-Lucas that Wayne is right below us, waiting! I wave down at Wayne and without hesitation he turns around and rides back up again. It turns out he's lost his clutch, but rather than abandoning us, he simply rode ahead to wait for us on friendlier terrain. He agrees to strap my panniers on the back of his bike so Jan-Lucas doesn't have to carry both my luggage and myself down the mountain. Then he tells us that the terrain improves significantly from around the next bend onwards; why don't I ride my own bike down, without luggage? Jan-Lucas looks at me hopefully: am I willing ride down? The light in my eyes and my big smile answers him. His relief is palpable. He'll ride my bike down this last bend, and I'll take over from there.

It looks like Jan-Lucas is writing a traffic ticket

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I look out over the daunting terrain and pray: Dear Lord, I'm finished. I'm so tired, I don't know if I can do this. But You are good and faithful; where my strength ends, Yours start. I trust in You. Then I walk down around the bend to where Jan-Lucas has taken my bike.

It is easier to ride without the weight of the pannier bags, and I'm up on the pegs, backside in the air, crawling down in first gear with my foot awkwardly on the back brake. It is much easier standing going downhill, with my knees gripping the seat to keep my hands light on the handlebars. Then we reach a really steep, washed out little switchback covered in loose pebbles. I ask Jan-Lucas to please just take the bike around this one little bend, because it will take me forever to carefully paddle down. After that the road becomes smoother and less steep. I crawl around every bend thanking the Lord: every kilometre closer to the main road is a kilometre less to fetch the bike tomorrow. Dusk falls and I switch on my lights, thankful for the bright spotlights, and keep on crawling. Suddenly we are crossing a dusty farm yard and Jan-Lucas takes the lead again. We've reached the bottom, we are in Baviaanskloof!

However, we still have to ride 50km back to Makkadaat's Caves where we are sleeping, in the dark, about another hour's ride. Jan-Lucas asks me to set the pace and I roar off at a conservative 60kph, the eyes of cattle standing in the road catching my glance now and then. Along the way I have to stop to add some layers of clothing - it is freezing and my hands are becoming too stiff to control the bike. Finally we crawl up to Makkadaat's caves. Our fearless leader has rejoined us, and we are welcomed without much fanfare. Jan notes that it is only 19:45 - he hadn't expected us until much later. Back-handed compliment? Sarcasm? I'll leave you to judge, dear Reader.

John remarks that Mark told him that Side Entry was quite rough, which consoles me a bit, as Mark is one of the most experienced riders in the group. It seems the recent rains had made the route a bit more challenging

After our braai dinner, I follow Mark to the other cottage where I'm sleeping tonight. I have the room next to the bathroom with the bath, and I lay in the hot bath for a good 30 minutes to soothe my throbbing foot and knee. I sleep uneasily, and need to use the bathroom during the night. My foot is so sore I can't put any weight on it, and I bite down on my involuntary exclamation to not disturb the other inmates. I shuffle slowly to the bathroom and back and lie in the bed, unable to sleep, wallowing in painful misery and self-pity. I can't ride like this! What to do? I'll tell John in the morning that I'll ride back to Prince Albert and stay at the guest house while they finish their trip. Satisfied with this solution, I doze off miserably and wake up tired and unrefreshed.
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: MildlyWild on December 31, 2020, 02:16:03 pm
Good report Ri, and well done going beyond your comfort zone.
I've got to go ride that side entry soon...
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Amsterdam on December 31, 2020, 06:31:27 pm
Nice one Ri but you forgot to mention the one most spectacular move you pulled off on one of the uphills.  Picture the scene - Ri had just had an off on one of the uphill corners.  Together we had lifted her bike back on its wheels.  When I asked her why she had 30 kgs worth of tools in her luggage she gave me a look of "you silly man, are you not prepared for every eventuality?" jumped on her bike and sped off. 

Well, more an attempt at speeding off as the back wheel stepped out and she was riding on top of a series of fairly large boulders on the mountain side of the track.  And with the good gaps between the rocks the bike was jumping from rock to rock before the whole ensemble suddenly turned 90 degrees to the left and crossed the track.  At that point I fully expected her to disappear over the side of the track and down the very steep hillside.  But she managed to stop, looked back at me as if to say "this is my signature move, show me what you can do to better this" and just carried on.  And that was the spirit that eventually got us to join the others again later that evening at the caves.
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: elandsrider on December 31, 2020, 07:49:32 pm
Great story Ri
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: WildWood on December 31, 2020, 07:51:48 pm
Cool Ri, No slacking now. Keep it coming
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Ri on December 31, 2020, 08:34:30 pm
Cool Ri, No slacking now. Keep it coming

 :lol8: Yes Sir


Nice one Ri but you forgot to mention the one most spectacular move you pulled off on one of the uphills.  Picture the scene - Ri had just had an off on one of the uphill corners.  Together we had lifted her bike back on its wheels.  When I asked her why she had 30 kgs worth of tools in her luggage she gave me a look of "you silly man, are you not prepared for every eventuality?" jumped on her bike and sped off. 

Well, more an attempt at speeding off as the back wheel stepped out and she was riding on top of a series of fairly large boulders on the mountain side of the track.  And with the good gaps between the rocks the bike was jumping from rock to rock before the whole ensemble suddenly turned 90 degrees to the left and crossed the track.  At that point I fully expected her to disappear over the side of the track and down the very steep hillside.  But she managed to stop, looked back at me as if to say "this is my signature move, show me what you can do to better this" and just carried on.  And that was the spirit that eventually got us to join the others again later that evening at the caves.

Nooooooo I didn't forget but I had forgotten at the time. You told this story the next evening at Bucklands outside Steytlerville, so rather than tooting my own horn I was planning on having you toot it... which you now effectively did, slightly denting my narrative  :laughing4:

It was pretty spectacular though, wasn't it? I seldom have anyone witness my near misses. I also expected to disappear over the edge at any second, I was shaking with terror and adrenaline when I managed to stop at the top :o

And that tool bag weighs 20kg, tops  >:D
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Ri on December 31, 2020, 11:09:47 pm
Everyone in the cottage has left for breakfast at the other cottage, and I try to keep walking to a minimum while I pack and get dressed. I'm still heartsore at the thought of turning back to Prince Albert, but I see no other choice. Last, I pull on my riding boots and slowly make my way downstairs to put my bags in the panniers, hanging onto the rail, expecting agony at every step, but ... what's this? The boot effectively immobilises my ankle, reducing the pain to a tolerable level, and my heart cautiously lifts. Maybe I can ride the rest of the tour...? I slowly ride over to join the others, testing the foot.

Trying to manoeuvre the kickstand is searing agony, I can't twist my foot inward to push it back, and I end up hooking it back awkwardly with my heel after pushing the foot peg out of the way. Tapping through the gears isn't fun, but it's doable. Standing doesn't seem to be a problem, the foot just hurts a little at first. I start to feel more optimistic. At the other cottage I hobble quickly to join the guys for breakfast, thankful that I'm not called upon for kitchen duty, as I'm useless at it. John, aware of this fact, asks me whether I'm not expected to help cook on group rides, seeing as I'm of the female persuasion, but I can honestly say I've never been on a ride where meals weren't provided. The one time I did have to cook my own meals on a long tour, I'd dragged along a friend who was handy with the pots, and I took along food that even I couldn't botch - canned sardines, tuna, and couscous, which you just cover in hot water for a few minutes. I did help scrub the pots after breakfast, though.

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Makkadaat's Caves is an interesting place. The cottage is build over a cave, and you sleep in the cave. There are different sizes accommodation. Wayne's bike hassles seem to be sorted, thankfully.

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The organisation is great in terms of food. Everywhere we stop, provisions are laid on for dinner, mostly braai meat, and breakfast goodies, and we only needed to prepare it. The guys are pretty handy in this regard, and we eat well.

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Breakfast and washing up done, we pack up and turn in the direction of the Baviaanskloof Nature Reserve. The crisp clear morning makes riding a joy. Signing in at the Nature Reserve takes a bit of time, but because we're still on some level of lockdown, we don't have to pay, as far as I'm aware. There has been some rain recently, but John says it's the driest he's ever seen it. Yet Baviaanskloof is wetter than the last time I rode there, in 2018, and there are some puddles to get through. Leon captured one of the water crossings. First is Gustav on the GS800, I think, followed by Marais.  The second video is me, making the mistake of following the same line as Marais, with disastrous effects.






I drop into a dip in the road and water splashes up to my thighs. Without a screen to protect me, even my teeth are flecked with mud, but I'm just delighted I didn't buy a plot - maybe should've walked that first....? Nah. Where's the adventure in that?

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Marais looks squeaky clean, by comparison.

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Not long after, it's time to face Smitskraal. It's not very deep, but the underwater tracks are treacherous and Jan-Lucas, who crosses first, admits that he took a tumble. He captures a few of the other crossings, directing us to exit at the middle of the lip. I shamefully lose my balance at the last moment and although I catch the bike, it loses momentum. Jan-Lucas grabs the front wheel and drags it over the lip to help me up.










Everyone else passes through Smitskraal without incident, but Leon now has a flat tyre. Mark and Jan are long gone, and Marais and I are waved on while Leon, Gustav, John and Wayne fix the tyre.

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Such a stupendously beautiful area...

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Marais soon pulls ahead of me, and I see him again much later, waiting on top of a turn to capture some video. I crawl past cautiously and carry on. At the next turn I stop and take a picture of the bend where Marais is waiting, but the resolution isn't good enough to see him just above the cut of the previous bend.

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Even though I take my sweet time, as always, no one catches up with me and I crawl up Holkrans Pass and eventually reach Patensie all by my lonesome. I stop to fill up and forlornly post on the WhatsApp group, wondering where everyone has disappeared to. Then the rest of the group start arriving, and after filling up, we head up the road to where Jan and Mark are waiting. I can't remember the name of the place, but the prices are very reasonable and the food is fantastic! I manage to dibs the last bowl of smokey bacon, leek and blue cheese soup.

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Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Ri on January 01, 2021, 12:14:19 am
Tummies full and energy levels revived, we push onwards. We head back in the direction of Baviaanskloof for a few kilometers, and then turn onto Elands river Road. The road is in a horrible condition, unpleasantly hard and bumpy with sharp stones sticking up everywhere.  We eventually pass the masts on top of the hills and in the next dip, we turn left towards Grootrivier Poort. John decides to babysit me for this leg of the journey, and Wayne has a chance to open up his throttle a bit.

The first part of the journey is beautiful, with gentle rolling green hills where you'd expect the Von Trapp family to appear at any moment, singing "The Hills are Alive". I stop for a moment to take it in.

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John waits for me patiently.

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The tracks starts to drop steeply and the road condition deteriorates - a lot. The rains have washed deep, wide ruts and steps that cut across the road at crazy angles, and here and there it swerves suddenly from old tracks onto new tracks. I'm on the pegs, knees gently clasping the saddle, steering lightly as I let Blue and gravity do its thing, dragging us ever downwards. When fear lightly feathers the back of my neck, I remind myself that I've crossed Kareedouw; this is quite doable by comparison. It is amazing the confidence this thought inspires and I sing praises in my head. Unexpectedly John stops next to me and says, you are doing fantastically well. I look at him in open mouthed disbelief. No really, he says, this is hardcore. This is proper. I'm not convinced he isn't just plumping my ego, but hey! I'll take it.

Even at my slow crawl I miss a sudden deviation in the road and skid to a careful halt in the veld. I turn the wheel and gently paddle over overgrown and uneven terrain towards the new tracks. Suddenly the ground gives way and Blue's front wheel rolls into a big aardvark burrow, disappearing up to the axel. Well, darn. I frantically wave at John to stop. He whistles at the depth of the hole, and manages to manhandle Blue out of his predicament. I carry on again, crawling onwards down the steep reddish brown tracks and corners covered in loose rocks. There are boards warning about trucks using this road and I stare in amazement - what trucker would dare to drive down here? Finally we cross the river and take a small breather.

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Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Tony the Boney on January 01, 2021, 04:42:08 am
Lovely scenery :thumleft:
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Ri on January 01, 2021, 05:26:17 pm
We carry on with the Grootrivierpoort Road in the direction of Steytlerville, a long long cold ride. More snow is apparently going to fall in the mountains, and the air bites. Before reaching Steytlerville, we turn off towards Bucklands, our stop over for the night. Out here, the bar is still open, and some immediately stop for "versterkings".

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Cute and friendly little pooch

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But John didn't share all the good news - the house we are sleeping in is still about 5 km down a very sandy 2-spoor. Dusk is falling as I head out on the sandy track. I quickly lose my balance in the loose sand and Blue heads up the left sand embankment. Amazingly I stop the bike without tipping over, and paddle it backwards into the track. When I pull away again, I possibly give too much stick - Blue's back wheel immediately jumps to the left and the bike slams me down to the right, the suit armour again whacking the spot below the knee it impacted before.

Paralysed from the pain, I writhe in the pale sand like a chubby grey worm. John rushes up, grabs me by the arm and tries to pull me up. I dangle, twisting slowly like something a Laksman had strung up on barbed wire, not wanting to put  weight on the burning knee, then grit my teeth and get on my feet. I would have appreciated a moment's more writhing.

The house we stay in has no electricity, and we navigate by candle light. The gas shower works to a degree, but it is torture to get clean. My room is furthest from the fireplace and I try not to move around much, carefully padding around in thick stocks, favouring my throbbing foot. Dinner if I recall is a braai on the fireplace in the lounge, where we all huddle in our beanies against the cold outside. I suspect someone shares some more "versterkings", maybe sherry? We reminisce about the recent riding, when Jan-Lucas suddenly exclaims to me, you didn't tell them about the best bit! I look at him uncomprehendingly. Ri goes up the steep uphill, he says, and the bike jumps from the right side of the track to the left and climbs up onto the big ridge next to the track and goes bouncing up. I thought for sure she is going to fall at any moment but no, she keeps the throttle on and when she gets to the top, she stops and says to me, "I think let's not do that again".

I'd forgotten one of the hairiest moments of my trip! I rode Blue into a rock in the track and he ricocheted to the left, clambering up the side wall like the goat he is. I cling for dear life, keeping the throttle steady, knowing that falling is inevitable but hoping to postpone it for just one more second. Just as suddenly, we are back on the road and I manage to reign in the blue mountain goat, heart palpitating, breathless with adrenaline. So cool that Jan-Lucas remembered (:

Coffee before heading back to the main homestead for breakfast. It is a wonderful place to stay, a proper old boere homestead with thick walls and creaky wooden floors. I accidentally leave behind my thick dark green woollen socks, invisible in the candlelight in the dark room. Ah well.

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My beautiful blue beastie

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The downside of travelling in groups: someone always kindly insists on capturing the capturer. Yours truly, a puffy-eyed chonky grey worm :biggrin:

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The previous night, Gustav also fell in the sandy track, and he and I pull away early so we can crawl up the thick sandy 2-spoor at leisure, before anyone else has a chance to churn it up. Marais kindly brings up the rear to keep an eye and lend a hand. We reach the main house without incident, possibly because the sand is still cold and compacted. While we wait for our awesome breakfast buffet to be served, we chill in the big cold hall with steaming cups of coffee, a small dog nosying around. I tap my knees experimentally and the dog immediately takes a flying leap onto my lap and parks his front paws on my shoulders, in prime position for some premium petting. I pet and scratch him until breakfast is ready, by which time I'm covered in dog hairs. Ugh. Foot stiff and sore after the night's rest, I hobble to the ladies' to wash my hands. It's outside around the corner, but seems kilometres away. Never mind, the foot will thaw with riding.

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After a great breakfast we turn towards Steytlerville to fill up. Here, calamity strikes. The ignition key for the Africa Twin breaks off in the petrol cap lock. Marais is adamant that no panels can be damaged on the pristine Twin, as they are almost irreplaceable. Guys start phoning around for advice on how to hot wire the beautiful bike, or looking at ways to dismantle the panels without damaging them, or join the peanut gallery.

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John sets off to scour the town for wire on a Sunday morning, and surprisingly soon returns, a triumphant weaver bird bearing a long strand of white electrical wiring. Shortly after, the lovely AT is growling deeply, pulsing with life.

Jan-Lucas looking good in Honda

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We all kit up, mount our bikes, and as we are about to pull away, calamity strikes again. Marais, ready to go, tries to position the hot wires in a better, safer way. The live wires  inadvertently touch the frame of the bike, and the AT blows a fuse, dying instantly. We all sit dumbfounded for a moment, then kill our bikes and dismount, making ourselves comfortable again. The fuse box is behind a panel locked on with the same key that is now broken. Marais tries to break the lock with a screw driver, but it is sturdy and won't give. How to reach the fuse box without damaging the panel?

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Mark studies the panel from all angles, then takes a screw driver and loosens the pannier rack to make the panel more accessible. Next, Marais swivels the panel out of the way, exposing the fuse box. Now all he needs is a green old-timey thumper fuse, or to bridge the fuse in some way. I hold out the bag of fuses that's been rattling around in my tool bag for years now, courtesy of @Dux, and there is a green one that does the trick.

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The bike is quickly put in order again, all panels fastened and racks tightened, and then, relieved and jubilant, we carry on.

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As usual, the other riders quickly disappear from view while I carry on at the fastest pace I'm comfortable with, for most other riders an uncomfortably slow pace, and I only see them when the group stops to wait for me to catch up. It is crisp and icy cold.

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At one stop, John beckons me to the front of the group, and tells the others to fall behind; I'll set the pace. Wait, wut?! My neck prickles with awareness of the weight of experience and speed behind me. I imagine the boredom and frustration at my slow pace. I breathe deeply to settle my nerves, then take off like an old bat out of hell, racing the wide gravel roads at the edge of my skill level. John, riding to the right and slightly behind me, keeps up effortlessly. I cringe inwardly every time I touch the brakes to slow down for a bend, imagining the derision behind me for this n00b riding, and accelerate out of the turns as fast as I can. The road carries on endlessly. I remind myself not to outride my guardian angel, but it's cold, I'm tired, and I want to get home. Eventually we roll into Prince Albert and head towards the guest house we initially stayed at, to pick up the cars.

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Mark will trailer Blue back to Cape Town, but he is staying another night, and Wayne offers me a lift home. Safely ensconced in Wayne's van, we head straight down the N1, amazed to find snow in the Hex River Valley this late in the year - it is almost September! Then we are home, and the trip is over.  I cannot wait for the next one!

Disclaimer: the footprints on the window are not mine.

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Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Ri on January 01, 2021, 05:31:42 pm
Photo's posted by other people in our group

Looking at the road surface, I would guess this to be a part of Kareedouw

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Baviaanskloof

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Looks like I'm standing still - no dust kicked up at my low speed LOL

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(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/pw/ACtC-3dQ9lQysx5g8GhWMqNo4-cNXEUMt3NfpU9f1m9YlWc3N0W3SOHzaKEe1RTZVj24fNlFQpXYlC4VEp-MQyBTysNtZ2WHshqDauzmxm8e61UC3letvGvoT6trrSTEsEGTSrzFawMlBQvsPaTCOMMkSd4f=w1280-h960-no?authuser=0)


Leon le Roux, our Quest Contender

(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/pw/ACtC-3eZZRBFObtwyuwhOZkopZpWuNAkFHUGShpMgFOX7PYyeFTJ-OuT5jqmlds_1xNbuhaKT6va0LuU6DKMhX2DF6AQ_35T6CxZiQKx3rr4ZQmv9qtGdz756LZ8sOFEcVGpAurIkFuOOE0nB4QlMd6lZ4f9=w1280-h960-no?authuser=0)

(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/pw/ACtC-3dL-c62di57dFy1HpQfHMjfCfAQeqiNxpRxYR7HBoTzCj4wtlUkqtoZf6kFQA5oKGOwsYN43iFs9wEvITw596HF7k7q6pms3LRviX9NKFutXqmMPz0AQIJpk-QufK2KxdsDCYA6CMFN6S-6RrWSJI9j=w1280-h960-no?authuser=0)


Thanks for reading :)
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Aprilian on January 01, 2021, 06:39:40 pm
Love the pic(https://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/20210101/1af4a37183466def97d9545d6f97f69e.jpg)

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Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Tony the Boney on January 02, 2021, 07:50:40 am
Great report Ri  :thumleft:
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: BMWPE on January 02, 2021, 09:15:53 am
Fantastic Ride Report
Thank you  :thumleft: :thumleft: :thumleft:
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Odd Dog on January 02, 2021, 09:46:56 am
Great report young lady, you have talent.  :thumleft:
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: 2StrokeDan on January 02, 2021, 12:35:22 pm
Daai blerrie Jan-Lukas kan gerus n slag by die huis bly.  O0

Ri, jy skryf sulke eerlike en onderhoudende ritverslae dat ek sterk vermoed jy verstaan nie die kern van n regte biker heeltemal nie.  Ons is altyd vinniger as wat ons was, veral soos ons ouer raak. :biggrin:

Ek het die een weer baie geniet, soos met almal van jou ritverslae, en weer lekker ge-chuckle oor jou se-goed.

Ons moet miskien gesels oor die fyner punte van versneller/koppelaar beheer een of ander tyd by Nitrobay. [ Nietvoorbij ] :thumleft:
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Ri on January 02, 2021, 03:21:58 pm
Great report young lady, you have talent.  :thumleft:

Thank you, Brian. If only my talent with the motorbike equaled my talent with the pen :deal:


Daai blerrie Jan-Lukas kan gerus n slag by die huis bly.  O0

Ri, jy skryf sulke eerlike en onderhoudende ritverslae dat ek sterk vermoed jy verstaan nie die kern van n regte biker heeltemal nie.  Ons is altyd vinniger as wat ons was, veral soos ons ouer raak. :biggrin:

Ek het die een weer baie geniet, soos met almal van jou ritverslae, en weer lekker ge-chuckle oor jou se-goed.

Ons moet miskien gesels oor die fyner punte van versneller/koppelaar beheer een of ander tyd by Nitrobay. [ Nietvoorbij ] :thumleft:

Baie dankie Danie.

Ek kyk elke dag die TTR230 uit, ek wil so graag weer gaan ry, maar my broer leen op die oomblik my motor so ek kan dit nÍrens heen sleep nie. Maar ek wil beslis weer met die ligter motorfiets gaan speel. NamibiŽ roep; ek en John het moontlikhede begin bespreek.
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: m0lt3n on January 27, 2021, 11:57:55 am
eks laat....

maar lekker RR! Ek het dit nou geniet. Altyd lekker wereld daai om te ry
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Lem on January 27, 2021, 02:11:54 pm
Ek gaan hierdie een nog deeglik deurlees :deal:

My volgende trip waaraan ek skaaf is juis 'n side entry, gewone Baviaans en 'n Grootrivierpoort  :thumleft:

@Dutchman81 , checkit uit.  :deal:
Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Ri on January 27, 2021, 05:54:39 pm
Baie dankie!

Ek gaan juis mŰre in vir 'n klein operasietjie om die Side Entry skade reg te maak - 'n klein stukkie been in my voetbrug het afge"chip" toe die motorfiets op my haak geval, en ek dit uit gewring het. Ek is baie dankbaar dis net 'n stukkie been, en nie ligamente nie! Altyd gesÍ ek het rubber enkels, en lyk my dis die waarheid :biggrin:


Ek gaan hierdie een nog deeglik deurlees :deal:

My volgende trip waaraan ek skaaf is juis 'n side entry, gewone Baviaans en 'n Grootrivierpoort  :thumleft:

@Dutchman81 , checkit uit.  :deal:

Amazing roete, en groot pret as jy (anders as ek) KAN ry. Klink darem asof party van hierdie paaie onlangs bietjie opgevul is - daar is 'n thread oor Grootrivierpoort se toestand.


eks laat....

maar lekker RR! Ek het dit nou geniet. Altyd lekker wereld daai om te ry

Ek begin al dink om hierdie weer te doen, nadat ek gedink het NOOIT weer nie...  :ricky:

DS is soos swangerskap, lyk dit my. Mens vergeet die pyn en onthou net hoe amazing dit was. Ek was so gestres die eerste keer, ek wil weer rustig gaan ry en mooier foto's neem. En kyk of dit regtig so erg was as wat dit op daardie tyd gevoel het :imaposer:

Title: Re: Kareedouw Afkuk 27 - 30 August 2020
Post by: Dutchman81 on January 27, 2021, 07:06:43 pm
Baie baie dankie vir n amazing RR soos altyd Ri, ek is mal oor jou skryf styl en die lekker adventure te deel wat julle gehad het...
Yes Lem kom ons maak plan vas dan maak ons so, ek moet die een beleef...

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