Day 3
From Hogsback we took the pass down to Seymour. With the rains of the recent past the pass provided patches of technical riding early up with a spectacular backdrop:
Erm, so are you sure that we are on the right track?
And then we hit Katberg Pass. What a revelation! It certainly deserves a place in the top 5 passes for the ds community. Personally, I enjoyed it even more than Baviaans!
Stopping for a break, and KiLeRSA realizing that his back wheel has a nail stuck into it and the air was leaking out. Well, having pulled the nail out it proved to be a mother of a nail. The sludge did not work and so we had to replace the tube. KiLeRSA smiling before he noticed the leakage.
After getting our hands and mouths dirty (from the kaleidoscope of luscious Afrikaans swear words!) further up we went:
Somewhere after this pic was taken Rudeasy found himself off the road in the bushes facing the cliff, but he did not want to maintain the position long enough for evidence!
Be my guest in speeding on this pass!
Decision time?
The plateau is haven to wild horses and in one particular stretch there was fencing on both sides of the road. When KiLeRSA went past them they started galloping next to him for a few hundred metres. A spectacular sight to behold!
The poplars provided for a break in the scenery on the plateau. The ruins of an old farmhouse between the trees suggests that it must have been spectacular.
So, where to now? I opted for the veld on the right hand side ? no mating to be done on this trip!
Coming down the plateau:
Eventually we reached the site of the Bulhoek ?massacre?, it is actually a few hundred metres further on. After a few chuckles about the incident, we rode to Cathcart.
The only camping to be done on the trip was in the backyard of Oom Willie. At the restaurant he heard that we were looking for a spot to camp and offered his backyard. What a night as Oom Willie recounted some of his humourous incidents, often involving his ?Jesus Piston? (his fist). What stuck throughout the rest of the trip was the phrase ?F*&^ You!?: Oom Willie applied to the bank for a loan, but got turned down. Not understanding a word of English, even today as he has got no clue about ?oral sex?, he shouted to the bank manager ?F*&^ You!?. He had no idea what it meant, but heard it somewhere before and out of pure frustration thought it worthy of repeating!
Later on the evening the rain started coming down. The staccato kind that makes you realise that it will not be over soon.
From Hogsback we took the pass down to Seymour. With the rains of the recent past the pass provided patches of technical riding early up with a spectacular backdrop:
Erm, so are you sure that we are on the right track?
And then we hit Katberg Pass. What a revelation! It certainly deserves a place in the top 5 passes for the ds community. Personally, I enjoyed it even more than Baviaans!
Stopping for a break, and KiLeRSA realizing that his back wheel has a nail stuck into it and the air was leaking out. Well, having pulled the nail out it proved to be a mother of a nail. The sludge did not work and so we had to replace the tube. KiLeRSA smiling before he noticed the leakage.
After getting our hands and mouths dirty (from the kaleidoscope of luscious Afrikaans swear words!) further up we went:
Somewhere after this pic was taken Rudeasy found himself off the road in the bushes facing the cliff, but he did not want to maintain the position long enough for evidence!
Be my guest in speeding on this pass!
Decision time?
The plateau is haven to wild horses and in one particular stretch there was fencing on both sides of the road. When KiLeRSA went past them they started galloping next to him for a few hundred metres. A spectacular sight to behold!
The poplars provided for a break in the scenery on the plateau. The ruins of an old farmhouse between the trees suggests that it must have been spectacular.
So, where to now? I opted for the veld on the right hand side ? no mating to be done on this trip!
Coming down the plateau:
Eventually we reached the site of the Bulhoek ?massacre?, it is actually a few hundred metres further on. After a few chuckles about the incident, we rode to Cathcart.
The only camping to be done on the trip was in the backyard of Oom Willie. At the restaurant he heard that we were looking for a spot to camp and offered his backyard. What a night as Oom Willie recounted some of his humourous incidents, often involving his ?Jesus Piston? (his fist). What stuck throughout the rest of the trip was the phrase ?F*&^ You!?: Oom Willie applied to the bank for a loan, but got turned down. Not understanding a word of English, even today as he has got no clue about ?oral sex?, he shouted to the bank manager ?F*&^ You!?. He had no idea what it meant, but heard it somewhere before and out of pure frustration thought it worthy of repeating!
Later on the evening the rain started coming down. The staccato kind that makes you realise that it will not be over soon.
