Day 6
It had again started to rain and we were holed up until about 10 in the morning, before we packed up and hoped for the best.
The plan was to push to Cradock via Elliot. Riding along the escarpment with dramatic rock formations all along the way left me a bit dazed from its beauty.
Coming down the escarpment via the stunning Barkly Pass:
No, he did not want to yodel!
You can just make out Rudeasy going around the corner:
The church in Dordrecht:
Having a break from the wind; well, it could never be worse than some of the wind expelled by the members of this touring party on occasion!
Ah, gravel again. But not your typical gravel. It had rained heavily in this area and the road was muddy, apart from the almost dry tracks laid by vehicles. So it was a matter of staying in the ?wielspore? and cranking it, heart flustering!
What, dry gravel? Whoopee!
Rudeasy showing off:
And then the long stretch to Cradock, via Tarkastad:
The church in Cradock:
With great anticipation we booked into the hot springs at Cradock, but were soon deflated when told that the pumps were not working, hence, no hot water in the pools. Disgusting, twice now that the hot springs could not provide relief!
Crossing the river to get to the resort:
It had again started to rain and we were holed up until about 10 in the morning, before we packed up and hoped for the best.
The plan was to push to Cradock via Elliot. Riding along the escarpment with dramatic rock formations all along the way left me a bit dazed from its beauty.
Coming down the escarpment via the stunning Barkly Pass:
No, he did not want to yodel!
You can just make out Rudeasy going around the corner:
The church in Dordrecht:
Having a break from the wind; well, it could never be worse than some of the wind expelled by the members of this touring party on occasion!
Ah, gravel again. But not your typical gravel. It had rained heavily in this area and the road was muddy, apart from the almost dry tracks laid by vehicles. So it was a matter of staying in the ?wielspore? and cranking it, heart flustering!
What, dry gravel? Whoopee!
Rudeasy showing off:
And then the long stretch to Cradock, via Tarkastad:
The church in Cradock:
With great anticipation we booked into the hot springs at Cradock, but were soon deflated when told that the pumps were not working, hence, no hot water in the pools. Disgusting, twice now that the hot springs could not provide relief!
Crossing the river to get to the resort:
