At the start of the Franschoek pass there were some roadworks where we had to wait a couple of minutes. Small world and Martin-DR650 pulls up behind us. I never met him before, but it turns out his dad bought my DR650 for his brother. It wasn't long before his father (also Martin) and mother (Agnes) arrived on the 990.
The obligatory pic at the top of the pass overlooking Franschoek:

We had a photobomber but I forgot her name. Also a biker but not riding anymore due to an accident apparently.

We made another stop on the way down.

From there it was onwards to Theewaterskloof and left on the gravel towards Botrivier. There were quite a few drunk locals walking next to the road or suspiciously parked next to the road at intersections. We had no issues, but I thought it vigilant to stop regularly and check all OK. This "Closed" sign looked promising, but then an Isuzu bakkie with CF registration came from the front which was a sign that the road can't be too bad. It turns out that there were no issues on it and the surface was good.
