But this time I was determined. So I left the Friday afternoon from Pretoria, but so wragtig 10km before Warmbad it was yes, raining heavily. Just past Nylstroom I took the Groenfontein Road and travel until I road becomes tar. I reached the t-junction towards Maken and after that I took the reached the Grootfontein Road. It became late and I was alone. The road were I fell 4 times on one afternoon. This time the road was heavy sand and at other places deep pools. At one stage my bike was knee deep in the water. I spent the night alone at my brother’s farm at Sterkrivier .
Early morning I check the trusty old KLR and everything was fine, except for the lights. I struggled for an hour to get the front lights working but without success. I decided to push on and try to get on the road before the rain comes- and it would come.
So from Sterkrivier I moved west, past the Tinmyne road, on to the dirt and over the bridge over the Sterkrivier. At the T-junction I turned right and crossed the R518 on to Bakenberg. This was part of the old Lebowa homeland and donkeys and cows were all over. The place is absolutely beautifull but do not expect to be greeted by the inhabitants. The either do not like single white bikers or they hate them. So I took a stop at Basterspad, one of the small villages.
In the days before the Voortrekkers a white man, Coenraad du Buys, took his wife and moved to the north. He had a liking for black women and in traditional African style married them. It is said that he left 300 children, when he disappeared around 1850. His descendants lived west of the Soutpansberge. On one of their flights from their enemies they came across this beautiful place. It was named after the route they have taken.
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