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" You have never lived until you have challenged life, and for those who have, life has a flavour the protected will never know " Marnitz Nienaber
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Boet werrie June 17 Day 7: Slaapkranz to Kranzkop
We started off late this morning, at 5:30
am. Partly because I was the cook of the
morning, but also because we started off with 2 portages straight out from the
back door of the farm house. None of us
had done this section before, so we decided to do most of it in daylight. The first bit is a climb straight up the
mountain behind the farm. Marnitz’s
advice to do these portages as early as possible was wise, because everything
was frozen at the start. I’ve heard
horrible stories of the black mud in this area.
Worried Gazza mentioned that it was -7
degrees when we started, but we worked so hard getting up the mountain that we
warmed up quite quickly. We followed
Andre’s instructions on the route and got the Slaapkranz portage over fairly
Next on was the Bontehoek portage. This one is a bit longer and trickier to
nail. We misinterpreted the narratives
and map, and took a much wider approach to the neck. Whilst taking a break near the top, we saw 3
bearded vulture passing above us about 30m away. The bearded vulture is South Africa’s largest
bird of prey, with a wingspan of about 2.8m.
It was a special moment.
Marnitz warned us not to try riding down
the other side of the portage. The
downhill doesn’t appear to be innocent, but it definitely looks sort off
ride able. And to save the knees going downhill,
I attempted the beast… and saw my arse within 20m. The black mud! To be quite honest, I was spending more time
sliding on my arse with my bike either on top of, or next to me, than I was
spending on my feet. It was a different
kind of fun.
Rossouw is a small town to be missed. However the descent after the Rooiberg pass
to Moordenaarspoort was an enormous amount of exhilarating fun. Again we waited another 30min for Worried
Gaza to arrive at the soup stop. He got
lost and just doesn’t seem to enjoy downhills.
On the wat to Moordenaarspoort
For the next 40 odd km Worried Gazza stuck
to my rear tyre like super glue. He said
nothing, didn’t enjoy the pretty country side, just hung onto my
slipstream. He was struggling with all
things life, basically just being absolutely miserable. As we dropped down to the farmhouse we scared
an Aardwolf from its hiding place. It’s
amazing how much wild animals and birds you see after you’ve passed Rhodes.
Just before dinner I got stomach
cramps. I mistook it for hunger pains,
but spent most of the night in the toilet.
I took some Imodium and rehydrate thru the night, but I couldn’t keep
anything down. At least the toilet had a