Tuesday, 27 November 2007
FOR A MORE DETAILED VERSION OF OUR JOURNEY, PLEASE VISIT http://www.mariag4g.blogspot.com
Maria certainly has a more informative and factual take on our journey, so please visit her blog for the full story, passion and heroics that we've come face to face with along the way.
CADAC
Thank you to Justine and the team at Cadac for their ongoing support and sponsorship of our sleeping bags and other camping equipment
Thursday, 13 September 2007
Tuesday, 28 August 2007
OUR JOURNEY CONTINUED
HIBISCUS COAST LINE
Going from the north coast to the east coast was heavy going, but mainly because we were getting used to our environment, and of course our gear. The scenery was something out of this world and the beaches great. The towns were so much closer to each other, in fact, virtually on top of each other, the further east we progressed. Very cute little holiday towns where nothing much happened out of season. It was excruciatingly hot and humid, but it made me feel alive and energized.
The people were amazing, but virtually everyone we met, thought that we were mad. There were even those who were becoming cross with us for not heeding to the dangers. The closer we got to the Transkei coastline, or otherwise known as the Wild Coast, more and more people were telling us about how rough and dangerous that was, and we especially met those who have hiked it before, who didn’t think we’d make it past Mzamba. What everyone failed to mention, was that there were no roads, whatsoever, or atm, or anything that someone who travels light, might be into. Anyway, scared out of our wits, we embarked on this piece of untouched heaven like aliens, popping up like mushrooms, wherever we went, which left locals mesmerized.
Going from the north coast to the east coast was heavy going, but mainly because we were getting used to our environment, and of course our gear. The scenery was something out of this world and the beaches great. The towns were so much closer to each other, in fact, virtually on top of each other, the further east we progressed. Very cute little holiday towns where nothing much happened out of season. It was excruciatingly hot and humid, but it made me feel alive and energized.
The people were amazing, but virtually everyone we met, thought that we were mad. There were even those who were becoming cross with us for not heeding to the dangers. The closer we got to the Transkei coastline, or otherwise known as the Wild Coast, more and more people were telling us about how rough and dangerous that was, and we especially met those who have hiked it before, who didn’t think we’d make it past Mzamba. What everyone failed to mention, was that there were no roads, whatsoever, or atm, or anything that someone who travels light, might be into. Anyway, scared out of our wits, we embarked on this piece of untouched heaven like aliens, popping up like mushrooms, wherever we went, which left locals mesmerized.
DECEMBER 2004
THE WILD COAST
Craziest thing was the fact that we had to literally drag our bicycles through sandy beaches, carry them over mountains, and swim with them through river mouths. Keep in mind that our bikes weighed anything between 70 & 80kgs, depending on the amount of water we carried at any given time. Dante and Katryn were still puppies, so they couldn’t always keep up, and wanted to remain in their baskets, which made things a little more difficult. Every day here, was a challenge, both mentally and physically. We would wake up with the breaking of a new day, push forward, and it would be dark before we stopped. The most debilitating thing to do, was check the distance traveled on the meter at the end of the day, because it was rarely anything more than 7kms. There was no cell phone signal. We ran out of cash, and had to trade cell phones, or anything worth something, in order to eat, and we ran out of water once, for 2 days. It wasn’t so much that there wasn’t any water around, but we just didn’t know where to find it, plus we were so intend on moving forward, that we forgot the basic rules of survival, and catching up dew with the tent. What was brilliant about this stretch of coastline was that after each grueling day, we could look around, and still be thankful for being where we were.
One of the reasons I love the Transkei so much, is because this was one of the truly mystical places along our way. We got stuck in the most hectic of places, and were destitute many times, but every time, out of nowhere, someone would appear, usually with a biblical name of sorts, to help us out of our predicament, only to disappear in the same mysterious way. The stretch between Mzamba and Port St Johns, is spectacular, untouched, and has an unbelievable energy. Most of our challenges were met here, especially those I set for myself. It was here that I realized that nothing is impossible. The transition in coming back to civilization was something we hadn’t anticipated. The simplicity, and ruggedness of the Transkei, weighed up against a busy East London, where electricity was something that happened with the flick of a switch, and water was available on tap. It took us a whole week to adjust to this change, and I would say this was because, once you go without something, you learn to appreciate the things you take for granted, and very few people understood this.
Craziest thing was the fact that we had to literally drag our bicycles through sandy beaches, carry them over mountains, and swim with them through river mouths. Keep in mind that our bikes weighed anything between 70 & 80kgs, depending on the amount of water we carried at any given time. Dante and Katryn were still puppies, so they couldn’t always keep up, and wanted to remain in their baskets, which made things a little more difficult. Every day here, was a challenge, both mentally and physically. We would wake up with the breaking of a new day, push forward, and it would be dark before we stopped. The most debilitating thing to do, was check the distance traveled on the meter at the end of the day, because it was rarely anything more than 7kms. There was no cell phone signal. We ran out of cash, and had to trade cell phones, or anything worth something, in order to eat, and we ran out of water once, for 2 days. It wasn’t so much that there wasn’t any water around, but we just didn’t know where to find it, plus we were so intend on moving forward, that we forgot the basic rules of survival, and catching up dew with the tent. What was brilliant about this stretch of coastline was that after each grueling day, we could look around, and still be thankful for being where we were.
One of the reasons I love the Transkei so much, is because this was one of the truly mystical places along our way. We got stuck in the most hectic of places, and were destitute many times, but every time, out of nowhere, someone would appear, usually with a biblical name of sorts, to help us out of our predicament, only to disappear in the same mysterious way. The stretch between Mzamba and Port St Johns, is spectacular, untouched, and has an unbelievable energy. Most of our challenges were met here, especially those I set for myself. It was here that I realized that nothing is impossible. The transition in coming back to civilization was something we hadn’t anticipated. The simplicity, and ruggedness of the Transkei, weighed up against a busy East London, where electricity was something that happened with the flick of a switch, and water was available on tap. It took us a whole week to adjust to this change, and I would say this was because, once you go without something, you learn to appreciate the things you take for granted, and very few people understood this.
Wednesday, 22 August 2007
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL!!!
To my best friend, and travel partner, have the bestdayever, and I hope this will be a year filled with laughter, magic, dreams come true and loads of fun!
MWAH!
BON VOYAGE!!!
Happy holidays Girls!
My mom and Hermien are leaving for Keurboomstrand & Brenton on sea for a week long holiday. The 3 Wine Monsters will be reunited, since Linda moved to Brenton permanantly. Enjoy girls!
I'm at the Waterglen Guest Lodge for the week, keeping an eye while mom's away.
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
THE DOLPHIN COAST
The way in which our journey unfolded was till this day a lesson in life that I will hopefully never forget. We bought a map, but relied mainly on direction from the locals of the areas we were traveling through. It made our route so much more difficult and unpredictable, but we reckoned it’s the journey that matters, not the route. As we meandered along, heading south towards Cape Town, we had many weird and wonderful encounters. The weirdness originated mostly from having absolutely no idea what to expect next, and also from being approached by anyone, at any given time. We were exposed to all the elements, of which human nature was the scariest. I am happy however, to be able to say, that that is a myth, if one takes a look at all we have received from complete strangers. People were fascinated by our story, and our travels, and whenever we found ourselves in a fix, it wasn’t long before someone lends a helping hand. The first week of our journey, consisted mostly of trying to find balance and be comfortable on the bicycles, to get used to the traffic, when there’s mostly little to no shoulder to ride on. We carry a heavy load, and take up a sizeable portion of the road.
There wasn’t a day that went by, in the first stages of our travels, that I didn’t at least once, have the urge to phone home and ask to be picked up. Physically it was one of the most draining, challenging things I have ever done. Once the uncertainty and fear of the unknown subsided a little, we relaxed, and absorbed the magical energy of everything that surrounded us.
It’s amazing to witness the changes in cultures, the further along we went. Sometimes, it was truly unbelievable to think that we all grew up in the same country. Then again, when you have 11 official languages, and God only knows how many different cultures, it’s bound to be a bit different. The places we ended up in sometimes, was to say the least, very scary at first, but always turned out to be a beautiful encounter. To me this was a lesson never to judge, and never to presume, just because you are not familiar with something. As long as you keep in mind, that your contribution to any given situation, determines the outcome. If you believe, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it’s all good, you’d be all right.
There wasn’t a day that went by, in the first stages of our travels, that I didn’t at least once, have the urge to phone home and ask to be picked up. Physically it was one of the most draining, challenging things I have ever done. Once the uncertainty and fear of the unknown subsided a little, we relaxed, and absorbed the magical energy of everything that surrounded us.
It’s amazing to witness the changes in cultures, the further along we went. Sometimes, it was truly unbelievable to think that we all grew up in the same country. Then again, when you have 11 official languages, and God only knows how many different cultures, it’s bound to be a bit different. The places we ended up in sometimes, was to say the least, very scary at first, but always turned out to be a beautiful encounter. To me this was a lesson never to judge, and never to presume, just because you are not familiar with something. As long as you keep in mind, that your contribution to any given situation, determines the outcome. If you believe, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it’s all good, you’d be all right.
Tuesday, 07 August 2007
ST LUCIA: World heritage site
Ramsar and world heritage site status
Lake St Lucia (37 000ha) and the Eastern Shores (30 000ha) together comprise the largest estuarine system on the African continent. Lake St Lucia was declared a Natural World Heritage Site by UNESCO protocol – South Africa’s first- on December 1, 1999. It is a Wetland of International Importance under the Ramsar Convention. This means that its value as a conservation area extends beyond the borders of the country. It is a habitat for birds such as the small waders which breed in northern Eurasia, and migrate to the southern hemisphere to avoid the northern winter. It is also of regional importance for duck and other water bird populations which are able to survive at St Lucia when there are severe droughts elsewhere in southern Africa. Once the drought is over, these birds migrate northwards to restock the wetlands in Zambia, Zimbabwe and Mozambique.
South Africa has an obligation to look after its Ramsar site and to ensure that it is adequately conserved. The Convention secretariat maintains a list of threatened Ramsar wetlands, and assists member countries by sending monitoring teams to advise on how to conserve these threatened wetlands. A monitoring team sent to St Lucia a few years ago advised the South African Government that mining of the Eastern Shores would be detrimental to the St Lucia wetland.
The Greater St Lucia Wetland Park has been inscribed upon the World Heritage List of the Convention concerning the Protection of the World Cultural and Natural Heritage. Inscription on this List confirms the exceptional universal value of a cultural or natural site which deserves protection for the benefit of all humanity.
The ongoing fluvial, marine and saeolian processes in the Greater St Lucia Wetland Park World Heritage Site have produced a variety of landforms including coral reefs, long sandy beaches, coastal dunes, lake systems, swamps, and extensive reed and papyrus wetlands. The interplay of the park’s environmental diversity with major floods and coastal storms and a transitional geographic location between sub-tropical and tropical Africa has resulted in exceptional species diversity and on-going speciation. The mosaic of landforms and habitat types creates superlative scenic vistas. The site contains critical habitat for a range of species from Africa’s marine, wetland and savannah environments.
South Africa has an obligation to look after its Ramsar site and to ensure that it is adequately conserved. The Convention secretariat maintains a list of threatened Ramsar wetlands, and assists member countries by sending monitoring teams to advise on how to conserve these threatened wetlands. A monitoring team sent to St Lucia a few years ago advised the South African Government that mining of the Eastern Shores would be detrimental to the St Lucia wetland.
The Greater St Lucia Wetland Park has been inscribed upon the World Heritage List of the Convention concerning the Protection of the World Cultural and Natural Heritage. Inscription on this List confirms the exceptional universal value of a cultural or natural site which deserves protection for the benefit of all humanity.
The ongoing fluvial, marine and saeolian processes in the Greater St Lucia Wetland Park World Heritage Site have produced a variety of landforms including coral reefs, long sandy beaches, coastal dunes, lake systems, swamps, and extensive reed and papyrus wetlands. The interplay of the park’s environmental diversity with major floods and coastal storms and a transitional geographic location between sub-tropical and tropical Africa has resulted in exceptional species diversity and on-going speciation. The mosaic of landforms and habitat types creates superlative scenic vistas. The site contains critical habitat for a range of species from Africa’s marine, wetland and savannah environments.
The greater St Lucia system can be described in 5 recognizable ecosystems namely”
- The marine system – East of the park and 280 kilometers of Indian ocean coastline and adjacent marine eco system. The endangered leatherback turtles swim thousand of sea miles, to return to the place of their birth, to lay eggs in the metal enriched beech sands.
- Eastern shores (Dune & Forests) – inland and east of lake St Lucia consisting of grassy plains, wetlands and ancient coastal dune forests that grows on the world famous sand dunes, dunes that extents the full length of the reserve. The dunes form a natural barrier between the lake, rivers and the Indian ocean and are covered by climax forest.
- Lake St Lucia – Largest estuary system in the world. this extensive 85 km lake is an average dept of 1 meter and home to more than a thousand hippos, several thousand crocodiles, 526 birds, and 114 species fish. Migrating birds – some flying more than 18 000 miles and fish use this lake as a nursery
- Mkuze swamps – Northern end of lake St Lucia and Expansive papyrus wetland
- Western shores – savanna and thornveld – the driest area
Friday, 03 August 2007
NEW BEGINNINGS
REMEMBERING THE BEGINNING:
We have cycled, roughly 10 000kms in and around South Africa, and hiked, canoed, and hitch hiked roughly 3 515kms. It has taken us 1 year and 7 months on the road, and a year in between, to get this far. We have visited 250 towns in our country that is excluding all the small villages, and townships.
The story begins somewhere around August 2004. I guess we were both at a time in our lives, when change was inevitable. I was dissatisfied, and felt like my life didn't make much of a difference, that it needed substance. So, one night out with friends, we started talking nonsense, and I mentioned my state of mind, and said that I was thinking of taking my backpack and go walkabout around South Africa . Maria was just about the only one who thought that it sounded like a good idea, and so we dreamed up the most fantastical epic journey of a lifetime. Of course everyone else started laughing, and it soon became a challenge. Before we knew it, we had everything we thought we might need for our trek, including a bicycle, because walking just didn't seem so appealing anymore. Against all warnings of the dangers that await us, we headed for St Lucia, because we figured cycling along the coastline might be great for sightseeing, and that Cape Town would be sufficient distance to find substance, purpose, and meet the challenge. Oh, and lest I forget! We each had a puppy which was coming with us!
My parents took us to St Lucia, and all the while, my dad was saying, that there was no way that we'd get all that gear on a bicycle. We haven't even tried to pack the bikes yet, as we were making our own carriers, and they weren't completely finished yet. So it was questionable whether the carriers would carry half our stuff, let alone the whole lot. It being the first time that we've set out to do something like this, we packed everything, from extra pairs of shoes, jewellery, a whole lot of luxuries, cd's, way too much clothes, and I won't even go further, because it's hilarious.
Anyway, the day after my parents left to go back home, we've finished building the carriers, and loaded (or at least we tried) the bikes. Everything did not fit onto the bikes, not by a long shot. We each had to send an entire backpack home. It was one of the saddest things ever, but unless we wanted to be able to move, we had to. Show's you, sometimes parents do have an idea, and so to listen wouldn't be so bad.
It took us 5 days, before we could muster up enough courage to actually leave St Lucia. We were terrified, because it's one thing talking about it, and a completely different thing actually doing it. We thought of all the worst things that could happen to us, and the fact that there were hippopotamuses in an unfenced area near the road, didn't help much either. Eventually, we had no choice, thus, 2 Girls and 2 Jack Russel puppies left St Lucia on the 23 rd of October 2004, en-route to Cape Town. We were traveling alone, with no backup vehicle or support team. I suppose the challenge lay in making something work that originated from a last minute decision, a calling, or destiny if you will. We had no time to prepare and no previous training or experience. Not knowing was part of the excitement, I guess!
Wednesday, 01 August 2007
CANOE TRIP DOWN THE ORANGE RIVER: JULY/AUGUST 2005
THINKING BACK ON OUR JOURNEY...
Once we reached Upington, we had an idea already that we wanted to go and see the flowers in Springbok, but we have a rule, that we wouldn’t cycle the same road twice, unless it was vital. The coincidences which presents us with the means to do what we thought of doing, is something that always surprise me. We were talking with people, about our doubts regarding the cycle to Springbok, when in a matter of a week, it was arranged that we would canoe along the Orange River, as far as ….., have our bicycles sent ahead, and so we would not be required to break our rule. Karsten Boerderye has decided to sponsor all our gear, and accommodation, as they had two guest lodges on the banks of the Orange. Spar sponsored our necessities, and Bezalel sponsored wine, and a video camera.
Fantastic, we thought, unless of course you count the fact that neither one of us knew how to paddle, at all. This became yet another great challenge for us. There were the rapids, which took some time getting used to, the oversized lizards, and those human sized baboons with a red ass, and blue cheeks. It was in the middle of winter, so the water was really cold, but the days were super hot, and at night the tent would be frozen. This was also a completely different task than we imagined. We were canoeing in a croc, which was heavily laden, I might add, and it wasn’t one of the fastest vessels around. The croc also had a slow puncture, which we tried to patch many times, but nothing seemed to work, so we had to re-inflate at least 3-4 times a day.
The river wasn’t in flood, so it took almost a week to cover the distance that others would do in 2 days. We were given a satellite map, which didn’t help at all, it only had us confused, and got us lost, traipsing for days around dead end streams. After day 2, we started drinking water straight from the river, and it was all good, except that everything acquired the taste of a muddy river. In our search for the farm Raap en Skraap, which would appear on the left hand side, more or less 3 to 5 days from departure, we came across some very interesting individuals, not many though, maybe a total of 4, and they all seemed shocked to see us emerging from the river, apparently we got our calculations messed up again, and picked the wrong season for our little rendezvous!
It’s all good, because things are the way they are for a reason, and here we were, platzed into the deep end, spiraling towards overcoming the elements, and surviving out here on our own. I suppose most intelligent beings know that you require a guide for this kind of thing, especially when you’re clueless, but we’re good.
After 8 days on the Orange, we reached our destination, and we were so glad to find some sort of comfort, like a hot bath, a bed, good food, and fabulous company. What would’ve been a one night stop over, turned 3 days, and it was what our burnt, warn out bodies deserved for our efforts. When it came time to leave again, we weren’t all that optimistic, because we were told that there was a waterfall/gorge a couple of days ahead, and that getting there was a little tricky, as there were many rapids going down into the gorge.
We had to stay on the right hand side when we came closer, and just before we go down to the falls, we must take the canoe out of the water, and carry it around, where we shall find a contraption where we can abseil ourselves and our gear down into the gorge.
We did everything correct, except go down at the right place. From the top, we could see a massive rapid in the distance. We managed to find an easy access to the river, and walked ahead to stare at this rapid for a while, trying to think how anyone could go through that, and survive. When we finally, stupidly, decided that we should go, we headed down towards the canoe, tied everything down, which could fall out, Maria held on to Dante and Katryn, and I paddled towards the monster. As soon as I steered into the rapid, the canoe got sucked right from under us, leaving us emerged in the water, being smashed against rocks, and sucked under. Just when you think it’s over, it’s starts all over again. I finally found myself on the banks , hauled myself out of the water, and saw Maria heading towards another big one, a dog in each hand.
I ran as fast as I could, and when I reached them, it didn’t look good. Maria’s legs were smashed, the dogs were in shock, and the canoe was nowhere in sight, gone. We waited for the shock and pain to subside a little, hiked up to the top of one of the mountains, to see if we could spot our canoe, but still nothing. We hiked back towards the campsite to see if we could still find any warm coals from our campfire, and we were in luck, because all we had with us, was the clothes we had on, no shoes, nothing warm, no food, nothing whatsoever! There wasn’t a lot of wood around, bearing in mind that this could very well be a desert, and that the only greenery is along the river banks, and we were stuck in the gorge.
We walked around for two days, without shoes, our feet eventually raw and cut open. There was nobody, anywhere, and we were starting to loose the plot completely. We got burnt to a pulp during the day, and at night we virtually froze to death. It was late on the second day, when the dogs started going crazy. They have been so good all this time, and were more concerned with us, than where their next meal came from. They had found the canoe! Stuck between some rocks, deflated, and all our stuff was gone. Maria had to climb over some serious rocks to get to it. Luckily the pump was still tied to it, so we could inflate it, although the damage was quite substantial, we could still get ahead, slowly but surely.
As we paddled forward, we picked up everything from the water, that we had, even water bottles, an oar, airtight bags, although they were semi submerged in water. We carried on until it was getting dark, then we saw a nice camping spot, cleaned out the bags, only to find that everything got soaked. There wasn’t any food worth eating, or cell phones, or camera’s or anything that would work. Our diaries, and all the records we’ve been keeping, ruined!
It was at this delusional point, where I was convinced that we had died and gone to hell. We managed to dry the tent and sleeping bags by a fire, and even though it wasn’t completely dry, it beat sleeping out in the cold, in only a short and t-shirt. The next morning, very early, we pushed forward, but we were both on the verge of passing out. Just before lunch time, we reached the farm Coboop. These people only had to give us one look, before they fed us, gave us a bathroom to clean up, and a beautiful, soft bed. We passed out for a couple of hours, and then joined them for a barbeque.
This was thus the end of our river journey, because our canoe had seen better days, and Maria refused to go back on the water, I must say, so did I, I just didn’t have to say it out loud. If I could do it all over again, I would, it was that amazing. This has been a tremendous adventure, and nowhere else, have I ever seen such splendor and harsh beauty. The color of the mountains along the riverbanks vary in shades of red, brown, camel, and sand, and the reflection it made on the water was magical. We have seen so many different species of birds, and magnificent reptiles and other fauna. It takes a different kind of animal to be able to survive out here, and to be in the middle of their territory was
Once we reached Upington, we had an idea already that we wanted to go and see the flowers in Springbok, but we have a rule, that we wouldn’t cycle the same road twice, unless it was vital. The coincidences which presents us with the means to do what we thought of doing, is something that always surprise me. We were talking with people, about our doubts regarding the cycle to Springbok, when in a matter of a week, it was arranged that we would canoe along the Orange River, as far as ….., have our bicycles sent ahead, and so we would not be required to break our rule. Karsten Boerderye has decided to sponsor all our gear, and accommodation, as they had two guest lodges on the banks of the Orange. Spar sponsored our necessities, and Bezalel sponsored wine, and a video camera.
Fantastic, we thought, unless of course you count the fact that neither one of us knew how to paddle, at all. This became yet another great challenge for us. There were the rapids, which took some time getting used to, the oversized lizards, and those human sized baboons with a red ass, and blue cheeks. It was in the middle of winter, so the water was really cold, but the days were super hot, and at night the tent would be frozen. This was also a completely different task than we imagined. We were canoeing in a croc, which was heavily laden, I might add, and it wasn’t one of the fastest vessels around. The croc also had a slow puncture, which we tried to patch many times, but nothing seemed to work, so we had to re-inflate at least 3-4 times a day.
The river wasn’t in flood, so it took almost a week to cover the distance that others would do in 2 days. We were given a satellite map, which didn’t help at all, it only had us confused, and got us lost, traipsing for days around dead end streams. After day 2, we started drinking water straight from the river, and it was all good, except that everything acquired the taste of a muddy river. In our search for the farm Raap en Skraap, which would appear on the left hand side, more or less 3 to 5 days from departure, we came across some very interesting individuals, not many though, maybe a total of 4, and they all seemed shocked to see us emerging from the river, apparently we got our calculations messed up again, and picked the wrong season for our little rendezvous!
It’s all good, because things are the way they are for a reason, and here we were, platzed into the deep end, spiraling towards overcoming the elements, and surviving out here on our own. I suppose most intelligent beings know that you require a guide for this kind of thing, especially when you’re clueless, but we’re good.
After 8 days on the Orange, we reached our destination, and we were so glad to find some sort of comfort, like a hot bath, a bed, good food, and fabulous company. What would’ve been a one night stop over, turned 3 days, and it was what our burnt, warn out bodies deserved for our efforts. When it came time to leave again, we weren’t all that optimistic, because we were told that there was a waterfall/gorge a couple of days ahead, and that getting there was a little tricky, as there were many rapids going down into the gorge.
We had to stay on the right hand side when we came closer, and just before we go down to the falls, we must take the canoe out of the water, and carry it around, where we shall find a contraption where we can abseil ourselves and our gear down into the gorge.
We did everything correct, except go down at the right place. From the top, we could see a massive rapid in the distance. We managed to find an easy access to the river, and walked ahead to stare at this rapid for a while, trying to think how anyone could go through that, and survive. When we finally, stupidly, decided that we should go, we headed down towards the canoe, tied everything down, which could fall out, Maria held on to Dante and Katryn, and I paddled towards the monster. As soon as I steered into the rapid, the canoe got sucked right from under us, leaving us emerged in the water, being smashed against rocks, and sucked under. Just when you think it’s over, it’s starts all over again. I finally found myself on the banks , hauled myself out of the water, and saw Maria heading towards another big one, a dog in each hand.
I ran as fast as I could, and when I reached them, it didn’t look good. Maria’s legs were smashed, the dogs were in shock, and the canoe was nowhere in sight, gone. We waited for the shock and pain to subside a little, hiked up to the top of one of the mountains, to see if we could spot our canoe, but still nothing. We hiked back towards the campsite to see if we could still find any warm coals from our campfire, and we were in luck, because all we had with us, was the clothes we had on, no shoes, nothing warm, no food, nothing whatsoever! There wasn’t a lot of wood around, bearing in mind that this could very well be a desert, and that the only greenery is along the river banks, and we were stuck in the gorge.
We walked around for two days, without shoes, our feet eventually raw and cut open. There was nobody, anywhere, and we were starting to loose the plot completely. We got burnt to a pulp during the day, and at night we virtually froze to death. It was late on the second day, when the dogs started going crazy. They have been so good all this time, and were more concerned with us, than where their next meal came from. They had found the canoe! Stuck between some rocks, deflated, and all our stuff was gone. Maria had to climb over some serious rocks to get to it. Luckily the pump was still tied to it, so we could inflate it, although the damage was quite substantial, we could still get ahead, slowly but surely.
As we paddled forward, we picked up everything from the water, that we had, even water bottles, an oar, airtight bags, although they were semi submerged in water. We carried on until it was getting dark, then we saw a nice camping spot, cleaned out the bags, only to find that everything got soaked. There wasn’t any food worth eating, or cell phones, or camera’s or anything that would work. Our diaries, and all the records we’ve been keeping, ruined!
It was at this delusional point, where I was convinced that we had died and gone to hell. We managed to dry the tent and sleeping bags by a fire, and even though it wasn’t completely dry, it beat sleeping out in the cold, in only a short and t-shirt. The next morning, very early, we pushed forward, but we were both on the verge of passing out. Just before lunch time, we reached the farm Coboop. These people only had to give us one look, before they fed us, gave us a bathroom to clean up, and a beautiful, soft bed. We passed out for a couple of hours, and then joined them for a barbeque.
This was thus the end of our river journey, because our canoe had seen better days, and Maria refused to go back on the water, I must say, so did I, I just didn’t have to say it out loud. If I could do it all over again, I would, it was that amazing. This has been a tremendous adventure, and nowhere else, have I ever seen such splendor and harsh beauty. The color of the mountains along the riverbanks vary in shades of red, brown, camel, and sand, and the reflection it made on the water was magical. We have seen so many different species of birds, and magnificent reptiles and other fauna. It takes a different kind of animal to be able to survive out here, and to be in the middle of their territory was
Tuesday, 24 July 2007
REFLECTING AND LEARNING
JULY 24, 2007
Mike Said picked us up from the camp site around 8.30am today, and we went to his offices, situated close to the Marlboro off ramp, on the eastern side of Johannesburg. The traffic from here to there, is too congested for us to cycle the distance, and there is no way we could take the hi-way either, too dangerous, and we’re not allowed.
Our meeting went very well, and we have a clearer idea of how everything fits together, and more importantly, of how we’re going to set up our interactive communications network between towns in South Africa. David, who will be responsible for the design and layout, has come up with brilliant, workable ideas of how we could keep it simple yet effective.
I find that, in many ways, Mike is an amazing source of information and I value his guidance and coaching. I think back, only as far as a month ago, and there is a wave of relief and calm, that surges through me. That feeling of sheer hopelessness that I felt, when we knew exactly what it was that we wanted, but had no idea how to execute.
Well, once again, it is all good, if you do what you need to do, and not loose sight of your goals, the right circumstance will always present itself. It’s a good thing to be in a position where you can recognize such possibilities. Anyway, so I had a really good day as far as learning’s concerned.
Dante and Katryn enjoyed our little outing, and everyone at the offices loved them too. This is the life they know, I guess, meeting new people, and being in a new place every other day. They have a friend in almost every town or city that we passed through, and who knows what their take on the whole thing is, but they seem to be content out there in the open.
I didn’t really get any training done so far today, but I will do an hour movement/dance, and some stretching before I go to bed. Today was a good one, I’m satisfied…
Sweet dreams
Mike Said picked us up from the camp site around 8.30am today, and we went to his offices, situated close to the Marlboro off ramp, on the eastern side of Johannesburg. The traffic from here to there, is too congested for us to cycle the distance, and there is no way we could take the hi-way either, too dangerous, and we’re not allowed.
Our meeting went very well, and we have a clearer idea of how everything fits together, and more importantly, of how we’re going to set up our interactive communications network between towns in South Africa. David, who will be responsible for the design and layout, has come up with brilliant, workable ideas of how we could keep it simple yet effective.
I find that, in many ways, Mike is an amazing source of information and I value his guidance and coaching. I think back, only as far as a month ago, and there is a wave of relief and calm, that surges through me. That feeling of sheer hopelessness that I felt, when we knew exactly what it was that we wanted, but had no idea how to execute.
Well, once again, it is all good, if you do what you need to do, and not loose sight of your goals, the right circumstance will always present itself. It’s a good thing to be in a position where you can recognize such possibilities. Anyway, so I had a really good day as far as learning’s concerned.
Dante and Katryn enjoyed our little outing, and everyone at the offices loved them too. This is the life they know, I guess, meeting new people, and being in a new place every other day. They have a friend in almost every town or city that we passed through, and who knows what their take on the whole thing is, but they seem to be content out there in the open.
I didn’t really get any training done so far today, but I will do an hour movement/dance, and some stretching before I go to bed. Today was a good one, I’m satisfied…
Sweet dreams
Monday, 23 July 2007
Brasil Capoeira Show With Capoira Music
I know it's a bit idealistic to think that I can do all that, but I'd like to find out what this body can do.
BACK TO BASICS
JULY 23, 2007
Today is the first day away from the guest lodge, and it feels weird but wonderful to be getting back to my life. I have set a couple of goals for myself, and today is the beginning of a new chapter in my life. We have a tough schedule ahead of ourselves, and I think it’s time that I get back to basics, like finding balance from within, synchronizing mind, body and soul.
Maria got me interested in something new, called capoiera. This is a game/dance/combat of sorts and the game is marked by fluid acrobatic play, feints, subterfuge, and extensive use of groundwork, as well as sweeps, kicks, and headbutts. Less frequently, elbow-strikes, slaps, punches, and body-throws are used. Technique and strategy are the key elements to playing a good game. I especially enjoy the movement and dance, the music, and the flow of the game. I have a long way to go as far as flexibility and stretching goes, but I’m definitely going to give it a go. My main aim would be to attain balance from within, and I figure this is a good way to start.
I’m the one who hates exercise especially if it’s difficult, but we got up this morning and had our first 1hour workout, and it wasn’t at all that bad, and although I am terribly unfit, I could do most of it, just barely, but thumbs up, there is hope yet.
Today’s Training: 1hr aerobic/dance/stretch
1hr flexibility & agility
1hr stretching
I haven’t blogged for almost a month, and there is no excuse, but living at the Waterglen was pretty eventful, and busy, so I’ve become lazy in keeping my diary, but it’s good to be back!
We are meeting with Mike Said from Brandstrategy tomorrow, and we’re pretty excited to get this ball rolling too. I am also very keen to get back on the road, and become a part of what’s up in the world.
Today is the first day away from the guest lodge, and it feels weird but wonderful to be getting back to my life. I have set a couple of goals for myself, and today is the beginning of a new chapter in my life. We have a tough schedule ahead of ourselves, and I think it’s time that I get back to basics, like finding balance from within, synchronizing mind, body and soul.
Maria got me interested in something new, called capoiera. This is a game/dance/combat of sorts and the game is marked by fluid acrobatic play, feints, subterfuge, and extensive use of groundwork, as well as sweeps, kicks, and headbutts. Less frequently, elbow-strikes, slaps, punches, and body-throws are used. Technique and strategy are the key elements to playing a good game. I especially enjoy the movement and dance, the music, and the flow of the game. I have a long way to go as far as flexibility and stretching goes, but I’m definitely going to give it a go. My main aim would be to attain balance from within, and I figure this is a good way to start.
I’m the one who hates exercise especially if it’s difficult, but we got up this morning and had our first 1hour workout, and it wasn’t at all that bad, and although I am terribly unfit, I could do most of it, just barely, but thumbs up, there is hope yet.
Today’s Training: 1hr aerobic/dance/stretch
1hr flexibility & agility
1hr stretching
I haven’t blogged for almost a month, and there is no excuse, but living at the Waterglen was pretty eventful, and busy, so I’ve become lazy in keeping my diary, but it’s good to be back!
We are meeting with Mike Said from Brandstrategy tomorrow, and we’re pretty excited to get this ball rolling too. I am also very keen to get back on the road, and become a part of what’s up in the world.
Tuesday, 19 June 2007
BACK TO GO 4 GOOD
Being up on the mountains, and away from every day life, one tends to get lost in the magic that surrounds you, and forget the craziness down below. It’s the most amazing feeling, to step away from your own life, and to get a taste of what treasures, lies buried deep inside your heart.
It was with a sudden jolt, that we were pulled back to reality, to acknowledge and accept our responsibility to go 4 good. What amazes me, is the goodwill and tremendous spirit, which greets us, everywhere, and every time we promote this positive awareness. I think people are so tired of doom and all the horror that surrounds it, of the storms raging out there, and within. It’s about time that we brighten up our lives with a brush of positivity.
There are so many things to do, half of which, I don’t have a clue how to approach, but I guess that’s how we learn. I’ve decided to keep my eye on the goal, and the rest will fall into place. Thus far, it’s been brilliant, because every time we put our ideas out there, someone seems to have a solution, and so, our team of go gooders grows, and before you know it, this too will be what it was intended to be.
It is such a beautiful day outside, and we’re still working on setting up a working communications blogging network, within Rustenburg. Maria changed the templates, and before we tested it, to see if it works, she changed all. It didn’t work, so now she has to get everything back to it’s original form. It’s a bummer, but this is how we learn?!
Furthermore, we’re planning our next adventure, and where we go from here. It’s hectic, but good hectic. Like I said before, it’s amazing to realize you’re the one making decisions about your own life, be the master of your destiny.
It was with a sudden jolt, that we were pulled back to reality, to acknowledge and accept our responsibility to go 4 good. What amazes me, is the goodwill and tremendous spirit, which greets us, everywhere, and every time we promote this positive awareness. I think people are so tired of doom and all the horror that surrounds it, of the storms raging out there, and within. It’s about time that we brighten up our lives with a brush of positivity.
There are so many things to do, half of which, I don’t have a clue how to approach, but I guess that’s how we learn. I’ve decided to keep my eye on the goal, and the rest will fall into place. Thus far, it’s been brilliant, because every time we put our ideas out there, someone seems to have a solution, and so, our team of go gooders grows, and before you know it, this too will be what it was intended to be.
It is such a beautiful day outside, and we’re still working on setting up a working communications blogging network, within Rustenburg. Maria changed the templates, and before we tested it, to see if it works, she changed all. It didn’t work, so now she has to get everything back to it’s original form. It’s a bummer, but this is how we learn?!
Furthermore, we’re planning our next adventure, and where we go from here. It’s hectic, but good hectic. Like I said before, it’s amazing to realize you’re the one making decisions about your own life, be the master of your destiny.
Sunday, 17 June 2007
HEDGEHOGS NEST & THE HIGHEST POINT
When we first reached Hedgehogs Nest, we were tired, without water, and needed to recharge batteries.Here is Maria and Dante, just outside the reception door.
Isn't life's little coincidences a marvel? This man, Emile, worked at the Spar, one of our sponsors, and is now working at Hedgehogs Nest, where we met him, for the second time since we've started our hike. He's a stunning man, and has done a lot for us on this journey.
Maria and Dante, at the last high point on this hike. This means, the end is in sight
Tuesday, 12 June 2007
DISGUST & BEAUTY
Maria, in absolute disgust, because the most fabulous camping spot has been violated by people, in such a way, that I couldn't get myself to take pictures
The mountains, just before the last bit of light fades away
THE RUSTENBURG KLOOF
Going up at the Rustenburg Kloof
A small waterfall at the Kloof
At the top, looking down at where we came from
ENERGIZING MOUNTAINS
It’s been a restless night, grass tufts and a slight slope kept me from a deep sleep. All sleep deprevation and other frustrating thoughts slipped my mind, the minute I looked outside, and saw the beginnings of daylight. WOW! I will never tire of this sight, ever!
I lay there, staring at the world below, thinking about life down there, about everybody who is waking up to a new day, a new week, some eager for what awaits them, and some anxious, others, reluctant to let go of the aftermath of a brilliant weekend.
We packed up, filled our water bottles, had a snack for breakfast, and away we go! We had quite a climb that awaits us, but nothing too serious. It was nice and warm outside, for the most part at least. Our phones went crazy, and at one point I almost found myself becoming a little hysterical thinking of all the work that we needed to do, and the little time we had in which to do it.
We could finally set another date for the launch of Go4Good, which will be on the 14th of July. We still have to confirm it with some of our sponsors, but it seems like we might just pull it off then. This just means that we have to get our asses off this mountain, and fast, because we have to make this launch happen in the best way possible, and seems like it’s just the two of us that will do it, and not much time to do it in.
I was so wrapped up in thought today that I tripped and fell twice already. Thank goodness, the first time, no one saw me, but the second time, Maria was standing there looking at me, and I think it must’ve been funny, because she had a suppressed grin whilst helping me up.
Anyway, it’s distracting, knowing all of this, and concentrating on one’s surroundings all at the same time. You know! Technology, can be a good thing, but sometimes a bitch! Had we not had access to mobile phones, or connectivity, we would’ve traipsed along happy, and oblivious of what awaits us.
It’s all good though, because from where I’m standing now, I can see the end of the mountain. So give or take 1-2 days, and we’ll be done. Then it’s back to the drawing board.
It’s sunset time again, and even more stunning than the day before. In the distance, I can see the farm where I grew up. I’m having a stroll down memory lane, a good one. WOW! I’m in awe of that which surrounds me, and I feel so energized when I walk back to where we set up camp.
We have a lot to talk about though, business, and launch, and lots more. Finally it’s time to lay down this weary head. I lie down and look up at the most amazing starry sky. So much is written in the stars, I think, but before I could elaborate on that thought, I fell asleep.
Sweet dreams
I lay there, staring at the world below, thinking about life down there, about everybody who is waking up to a new day, a new week, some eager for what awaits them, and some anxious, others, reluctant to let go of the aftermath of a brilliant weekend.
We packed up, filled our water bottles, had a snack for breakfast, and away we go! We had quite a climb that awaits us, but nothing too serious. It was nice and warm outside, for the most part at least. Our phones went crazy, and at one point I almost found myself becoming a little hysterical thinking of all the work that we needed to do, and the little time we had in which to do it.
We could finally set another date for the launch of Go4Good, which will be on the 14th of July. We still have to confirm it with some of our sponsors, but it seems like we might just pull it off then. This just means that we have to get our asses off this mountain, and fast, because we have to make this launch happen in the best way possible, and seems like it’s just the two of us that will do it, and not much time to do it in.
I was so wrapped up in thought today that I tripped and fell twice already. Thank goodness, the first time, no one saw me, but the second time, Maria was standing there looking at me, and I think it must’ve been funny, because she had a suppressed grin whilst helping me up.
Anyway, it’s distracting, knowing all of this, and concentrating on one’s surroundings all at the same time. You know! Technology, can be a good thing, but sometimes a bitch! Had we not had access to mobile phones, or connectivity, we would’ve traipsed along happy, and oblivious of what awaits us.
It’s all good though, because from where I’m standing now, I can see the end of the mountain. So give or take 1-2 days, and we’ll be done. Then it’s back to the drawing board.
It’s sunset time again, and even more stunning than the day before. In the distance, I can see the farm where I grew up. I’m having a stroll down memory lane, a good one. WOW! I’m in awe of that which surrounds me, and I feel so energized when I walk back to where we set up camp.
We have a lot to talk about though, business, and launch, and lots more. Finally it’s time to lay down this weary head. I lie down and look up at the most amazing starry sky. So much is written in the stars, I think, but before I could elaborate on that thought, I fell asleep.
Sweet dreams
WATERFALLS, SUNSETS AND THANKS
Our day started very early. Natasha dropped us off at the Rustenburg Kloof, to continue on our hike. It was still dark when we arrived, and then the security guard didn’t want to let us in, because we had made no prior arrangements. A bummer because all we wanted was access to the mountain, and this was the next place that we had to go up.
He was adamant however, that we were not to enter the property. We told Natash to drop us by the side of the road, and so we continued along the fence, until we could go no further. Then we decided, bugger this, we have to jump the fence, and Maria got over no problem, like a little monkey that one. I couldn’t, and then went back to reception, where the security guard told me that he was going to get us arrested for trespassing, so I got a bit of a fright. This is when we phoned Ernst Kleinhans, the CEO of this establishment and luckily there wasn’t a problem, and we could proceed. This of course 2 hrs after we had been dropped off.
The hike to the top was challenging but nice. It’s good to be back, and this is a very beautiful part of the mountain indeed. We were hiking alongside the most beautiful waterfalls most of our way up, but the only sad part was seeing how these sacred areas were polluted by people. Strange once again, that dogs are not allowed anywhere, when people are the ones who pollute and scar Mother Nature. Dante and Katryn loved it, every second of it. The baboons are always nearby, and surround us, curiously, every time we take a break.
We hiked along the Nature Reserve’s fence, this time, nothing would get us to jump any fences. I think it’s safe to say that we’ve learnt our lesson. We found the most reasonable flat spot, to set up camp, and enjoyed the last hour of sunlight. Then I witnessed the most spectacular sunset ever imaginable – yet again. This is my favorite place (on top of a mountain somewhere), and my favorite time of day (sunset).
We had a quick and easy dinner, and then it was time for silence/music. Beautiful day, this has been, and I’m glad to be where I am right now. It’s just a bit cold though, but nothing that I can’t handle. Just a quick thank you for a glorious day, and for reaching the top without a scratch. Thanks also to my team, each one of you are so unique and precious, and for having my back.
Good night, and may everyone have peace in their hearts tonight. Sweet dreams.
He was adamant however, that we were not to enter the property. We told Natash to drop us by the side of the road, and so we continued along the fence, until we could go no further. Then we decided, bugger this, we have to jump the fence, and Maria got over no problem, like a little monkey that one. I couldn’t, and then went back to reception, where the security guard told me that he was going to get us arrested for trespassing, so I got a bit of a fright. This is when we phoned Ernst Kleinhans, the CEO of this establishment and luckily there wasn’t a problem, and we could proceed. This of course 2 hrs after we had been dropped off.
The hike to the top was challenging but nice. It’s good to be back, and this is a very beautiful part of the mountain indeed. We were hiking alongside the most beautiful waterfalls most of our way up, but the only sad part was seeing how these sacred areas were polluted by people. Strange once again, that dogs are not allowed anywhere, when people are the ones who pollute and scar Mother Nature. Dante and Katryn loved it, every second of it. The baboons are always nearby, and surround us, curiously, every time we take a break.
We hiked along the Nature Reserve’s fence, this time, nothing would get us to jump any fences. I think it’s safe to say that we’ve learnt our lesson. We found the most reasonable flat spot, to set up camp, and enjoyed the last hour of sunlight. Then I witnessed the most spectacular sunset ever imaginable – yet again. This is my favorite place (on top of a mountain somewhere), and my favorite time of day (sunset).
We had a quick and easy dinner, and then it was time for silence/music. Beautiful day, this has been, and I’m glad to be where I am right now. It’s just a bit cold though, but nothing that I can’t handle. Just a quick thank you for a glorious day, and for reaching the top without a scratch. Thanks also to my team, each one of you are so unique and precious, and for having my back.
Good night, and may everyone have peace in their hearts tonight. Sweet dreams.
Wednesday, 06 June 2007
RUDE AWAKENINGS AND CONCEALED BLESSINGS:
JACK & ABRAHAM: Two very kind gentlemen who got us some fresh water. Their bosses Phillip and Idah didn't want to have their pictures taken (I wonder why)
Contrary to the perfect day I had yesterday, my night wasn’t as peaceful. I don’t know whether it was because I’ve been sleeping too comfortably in the last week, or what, but I woke up in agony, every 30mins after 11pm.
My back was killing me, but it was all worth it, to lay there, with the sound of the rain lulling me right back to sleep. I could hear the baboons close by and made a conscious decision not to get scared, but to rather conceive them as our protectors, watching over us as we sleep. Think not, but could very well be, right?
We woke up early, but it was raining and misty outside, so I went back to sleeping. Maria was wondering around, but came back swiftly when she noticed that we were still surrounded by our friends, the baboons. Funny really.
At around 10am we heard a vehicle pull up into the driveway, and were ecstatic, because we still haven’t found any water, and were down to the last drop. Aren’t we silly girls, with all that water pouring down from the heavens above, and we never thought to collect any of that? Anyways, it was guys working in the Nature Reserve, and they were here to fix the electricity which was faulty at the camp site.
The one guy Jack was quite a character, and he was happy to help out with water. He sends Abraham, one of the guys that were with him, to fetch us some water from their offices, or somewhere. He suggested we stay put, because the weather had not cleared, and it was pretty cold out.
We were keen to move ahead as soon as possible, as the next camp site wasn’t too far, so if we ran into trouble with the weather, we’d be fine. Plans changed though, because Jack’s boss, Phillip came by, and he wasn’t a pleased man at all. He was fuming, because we had our dogs accompany us. Still a strange phenomenon to me, how all animals could be in a nature reserve, except dogs? It’s a pity that they’re kept from their natural habitat, just because we humans decided that they should be our pets.
Dante and Katryn are used to the wilderness, and have quite an amazing way with the rest of the animal kingdom. Usually, everything goes, except rats, those they have an insane desire to eliminate. In general however, they’re good dogs, and come when we call them, and are very well behaved. It’s like they understand what’s expected of them, and when.
Try and tell that to this ranger. He was adamant that we vacate the premises, and the Park. We packed up our bags, and escorted him back to their offices, where we spoke with the manager, Idah Mathe. She said that without permission, we weren’t allowed in the park with our dogs, and that we had to phone her on Monday, to start proceedings.
They were kind enough to give us a lift to the gate of the Park, where my brother fetched us, and brought us back home. Now we have to figure out where or how we are going to continue. We are a bit taken aback by what has happened, but we can always come back once we’ve reached our end destination, to complete our hike, provided we get permission of course.
It’s too late now to do much about anything, so we’re back to the drawing board, and will thus commence tomorrow. Never think you’ve got it all covered hey? Seems there’s always something you forgot to do. In our case, most definitely so.
My back was killing me, but it was all worth it, to lay there, with the sound of the rain lulling me right back to sleep. I could hear the baboons close by and made a conscious decision not to get scared, but to rather conceive them as our protectors, watching over us as we sleep. Think not, but could very well be, right?
We woke up early, but it was raining and misty outside, so I went back to sleeping. Maria was wondering around, but came back swiftly when she noticed that we were still surrounded by our friends, the baboons. Funny really.
At around 10am we heard a vehicle pull up into the driveway, and were ecstatic, because we still haven’t found any water, and were down to the last drop. Aren’t we silly girls, with all that water pouring down from the heavens above, and we never thought to collect any of that? Anyways, it was guys working in the Nature Reserve, and they were here to fix the electricity which was faulty at the camp site.
The one guy Jack was quite a character, and he was happy to help out with water. He sends Abraham, one of the guys that were with him, to fetch us some water from their offices, or somewhere. He suggested we stay put, because the weather had not cleared, and it was pretty cold out.
We were keen to move ahead as soon as possible, as the next camp site wasn’t too far, so if we ran into trouble with the weather, we’d be fine. Plans changed though, because Jack’s boss, Phillip came by, and he wasn’t a pleased man at all. He was fuming, because we had our dogs accompany us. Still a strange phenomenon to me, how all animals could be in a nature reserve, except dogs? It’s a pity that they’re kept from their natural habitat, just because we humans decided that they should be our pets.
Dante and Katryn are used to the wilderness, and have quite an amazing way with the rest of the animal kingdom. Usually, everything goes, except rats, those they have an insane desire to eliminate. In general however, they’re good dogs, and come when we call them, and are very well behaved. It’s like they understand what’s expected of them, and when.
Try and tell that to this ranger. He was adamant that we vacate the premises, and the Park. We packed up our bags, and escorted him back to their offices, where we spoke with the manager, Idah Mathe. She said that without permission, we weren’t allowed in the park with our dogs, and that we had to phone her on Monday, to start proceedings.
They were kind enough to give us a lift to the gate of the Park, where my brother fetched us, and brought us back home. Now we have to figure out where or how we are going to continue. We are a bit taken aback by what has happened, but we can always come back once we’ve reached our end destination, to complete our hike, provided we get permission of course.
It’s too late now to do much about anything, so we’re back to the drawing board, and will thus commence tomorrow. Never think you’ve got it all covered hey? Seems there’s always something you forgot to do. In our case, most definitely so.
I must say, sitting here, right now, with the wind howling around the house, I'm kinda glad we're not out there. It might've been nasty.
Good day, till tomorrow
Good day, till tomorrow
Tuesday, 05 June 2007
AVON MORE CAMP SITE:
This was the first glimpse we had of the campsite. I was expecting to see Tink once we got there
A view from the top
A lovely spot to get lost in thought
EN-ROUTE TO AVON MORE CAMP SITE
A canon we found at the lookout point
She seemed to be working fine, but I still don't know where all that water goes, certainly not here
WOW, aren't they cute! Stood there looking at us for a long time.
BEAUTIFUL LANDSCAPES AND DISCOVERY:
BEAUTIFUL LANDSCAPES AND DISCOVERY:
Today was a day for beautiful surprises, and of the most spectacular scenery anyone can ask for. According to the weather forecast, we’re supposed to expect rain, and very cold conditions, but thus far, it’s been gorgeous.
We hiked from Hunters Rest Hotel today, and it was very reasonable, as we hiked along a paved road most of the way to the top. There was a lookout halfway up, and we sat there for a while, energizing and enjoying the sights. We hiked along, and found some road workers, busy renovating a little bridge. We had about 2lt water left, and they pointed us in the general direction of the next fountain.
We hiked along, and I found myself thinking a couple of times, what a magnificent day! It was almost magical, and so many wild animals everywhere. We hiked for a little longer, when we stumbled across the most exquisite camping huts. Were it not for a parking sign we saw at the side of road, we would have never found it.
It looked like something out of a fairy tale. These two huts were nestled underneath a canopy of trees, and each had the shape of a tortoise. There were wooden steps leading up towards these huts, and a sheltered dining area, a boma in which to make fire, firewood, shower and the traditional outhouse. The doors to the huts were open, and inside there was only 6 mattresses. We put our bags down and walked around for a bit. It was so mystical, made me feel like I was 6 all over again. The dogs were in awe of our find, and they were obviously taken in by the amazing energy that surrounded us.
This place was called the Avon More Camp, and there was a sign that said Explorer Camp, heading in a different direction. We also found a plaque that said Rustenburg Nature Reserve on it, and so, we had an idea of where we were. The clouds were drawing closer, but still, the day remained glorious. Just as it was about to get dark, a troop of baboons came down to the stream to drink water. At first I thought we were trespassing on their territory, as you could see all sorts of evidence that they played here not so long ago. They seemed curious, and instead of leaving, they made a semi-circle around the camp site. I think they sat there all through the night, because you could hear them close by.
We were a bit scared but saw that they didn’t mean any harm, maybe they also just needed shelter from the storm that was about to rage. We went inside anyhow, closed the door and unpacked, had a light supper, and I got stuck in my thoughts, scribbled down some notes, and listened to music as I drifted off to sleep. I could hear the thunder even though the music was loud, and the lightning danced all around, quite spectacular I might say.
Sweet, sweet dreams…
Today was a day for beautiful surprises, and of the most spectacular scenery anyone can ask for. According to the weather forecast, we’re supposed to expect rain, and very cold conditions, but thus far, it’s been gorgeous.
We hiked from Hunters Rest Hotel today, and it was very reasonable, as we hiked along a paved road most of the way to the top. There was a lookout halfway up, and we sat there for a while, energizing and enjoying the sights. We hiked along, and found some road workers, busy renovating a little bridge. We had about 2lt water left, and they pointed us in the general direction of the next fountain.
We hiked along, and I found myself thinking a couple of times, what a magnificent day! It was almost magical, and so many wild animals everywhere. We hiked for a little longer, when we stumbled across the most exquisite camping huts. Were it not for a parking sign we saw at the side of road, we would have never found it.
It looked like something out of a fairy tale. These two huts were nestled underneath a canopy of trees, and each had the shape of a tortoise. There were wooden steps leading up towards these huts, and a sheltered dining area, a boma in which to make fire, firewood, shower and the traditional outhouse. The doors to the huts were open, and inside there was only 6 mattresses. We put our bags down and walked around for a bit. It was so mystical, made me feel like I was 6 all over again. The dogs were in awe of our find, and they were obviously taken in by the amazing energy that surrounded us.
This place was called the Avon More Camp, and there was a sign that said Explorer Camp, heading in a different direction. We also found a plaque that said Rustenburg Nature Reserve on it, and so, we had an idea of where we were. The clouds were drawing closer, but still, the day remained glorious. Just as it was about to get dark, a troop of baboons came down to the stream to drink water. At first I thought we were trespassing on their territory, as you could see all sorts of evidence that they played here not so long ago. They seemed curious, and instead of leaving, they made a semi-circle around the camp site. I think they sat there all through the night, because you could hear them close by.
We were a bit scared but saw that they didn’t mean any harm, maybe they also just needed shelter from the storm that was about to rage. We went inside anyhow, closed the door and unpacked, had a light supper, and I got stuck in my thoughts, scribbled down some notes, and listened to music as I drifted off to sleep. I could hear the thunder even though the music was loud, and the lightning danced all around, quite spectacular I might say.
Sweet, sweet dreams…
Monday, 04 June 2007
OLIFANTSNEK, AND THE NATURE RESERVE
We will probably hike along those ridges tomorrow, heading towards the Nature Reserve
Olifantsnek
Another glimpse of the Olifantsnek
Olifantsnek
Another glimpse of the Olifantsnek
BAD WEATHER, DELAYS AND INTERACTION
Since we came down off the mountain, on the 21st, so much had happened that resulted in a sad occasion, as we had to postpone our event on the 26th, thus having more admin than we dreamed possible.
One good thing was that I got to see my brother Jac, who was visiting from Wales. Fantastic, because for the first time in a long while, our family was complete, everyone safe and sound, and home!
We got to do almost all that was needed, and had some time to interact with friends, family, and new acquaintances. It was all good, but I must admit, getting back to the task at hand, like finally completing our hike, was becoming a pressing factor. We had a few obligations which needed our attention though, and some personal matters that needed resolving, so we had to bite the bullet, and wait.
Now we are back on track, and way behind schedule, so we’re going to try and do the last bit in good time, without missing a thing of course. The next stretch is about 150kms in distance, but we measured the distance on Google Earth, which only measures in a straight line, so give or take 150kms.
It is the most beautiful stretch however, and should be pretty exciting. We will try our best to update our blogs every day, all depending on how often we get to recharge batteries, etc.
We will announce the new date for the launch of Go 4 Good, in the next couple of days, and should you wish to learn more, visit http://rtbgo4good.blogspot.com for the latest updates.
One good thing was that I got to see my brother Jac, who was visiting from Wales. Fantastic, because for the first time in a long while, our family was complete, everyone safe and sound, and home!
We got to do almost all that was needed, and had some time to interact with friends, family, and new acquaintances. It was all good, but I must admit, getting back to the task at hand, like finally completing our hike, was becoming a pressing factor. We had a few obligations which needed our attention though, and some personal matters that needed resolving, so we had to bite the bullet, and wait.
Now we are back on track, and way behind schedule, so we’re going to try and do the last bit in good time, without missing a thing of course. The next stretch is about 150kms in distance, but we measured the distance on Google Earth, which only measures in a straight line, so give or take 150kms.
It is the most beautiful stretch however, and should be pretty exciting. We will try our best to update our blogs every day, all depending on how often we get to recharge batteries, etc.
We will announce the new date for the launch of Go 4 Good, in the next couple of days, and should you wish to learn more, visit http://rtbgo4good.blogspot.com for the latest updates.
Sunday, 27 May 2007
MAJESTIC,HIGH, AND THE BIG CHILL
DAY 21:
We woke up early, and my dad was going to take us back to where we came down from. He picked us up around 9am, by this time, we were frozen to the bone. As we tuned in on the weather channel, we saw that a cold front has hit the country, and we were in for quite a surprise. Dad decided to drive up the Maanhaarrand road, which leads all the way to the top. Once we got to the top, we got out of the car, but my dad got back in immediately. The difference in temperatures was staggering! It literally took my breath away, scared the shit out of me too!
It has been a long, long time, since I last felt such extreme cold. Could hardly breathe, and when I did, felt like I froze inside out. Maria still had shorts on, so we changed and put on everything we had in our packs. Ironic, isn’t it? We send home all excess clothing with my sister yesterday, and now today, we need those. Dante and Katryn were equally cold, but if we kept on moving, and if, by any chance, we couldn’t anymore, and had to take a break from hiking, we all cuddled closer.
For the first time, since we’ve begun, we could see for miles and miles. The air was so cool and crisp, that it was the clearest day ever. It was breathtakingly beautiful, and so the cold didn’t really matter after a while. This was the furthest we’ve hiked in a day, thus far, and don’t ask me how far exactly, remember, no GPS, but I could see our starting point when we came down the mountain. We’ve hiked almost the entire day, and we were all exhausted. Out water was almost finished, and it was getting dark. The wind was howling, and we had to stand fast, or be blown of your feet. We decided to make our way down, hoping to find a warmer spot, and some water.
By now, we weren’t hiking anymore, we were stumbling over anything that was in the way, dark already, and too tired to speak. It was here, that my mother phoned, to ask if we were fine, and warm enough. We told her we were making our way down, and she insisted that they pick us up, as they were only 10kms away. Didn’t take much to convince us, and so we headed for the nearest road, to establish exactly where we were.
We were waiting for 5 minutes, which felt like 5 hrs. We were ready to keel over at any minute. Ooh, those limbz, didn’t feel like mine at all. We got to the guest lodge, just before 7pm. We had a drink or two with some of the guests, and then went for a warm bath and bed. I passed out, stone cold, the minute my head hit the pillow. Bliss…
We woke up early, and my dad was going to take us back to where we came down from. He picked us up around 9am, by this time, we were frozen to the bone. As we tuned in on the weather channel, we saw that a cold front has hit the country, and we were in for quite a surprise. Dad decided to drive up the Maanhaarrand road, which leads all the way to the top. Once we got to the top, we got out of the car, but my dad got back in immediately. The difference in temperatures was staggering! It literally took my breath away, scared the shit out of me too!
It has been a long, long time, since I last felt such extreme cold. Could hardly breathe, and when I did, felt like I froze inside out. Maria still had shorts on, so we changed and put on everything we had in our packs. Ironic, isn’t it? We send home all excess clothing with my sister yesterday, and now today, we need those. Dante and Katryn were equally cold, but if we kept on moving, and if, by any chance, we couldn’t anymore, and had to take a break from hiking, we all cuddled closer.
For the first time, since we’ve begun, we could see for miles and miles. The air was so cool and crisp, that it was the clearest day ever. It was breathtakingly beautiful, and so the cold didn’t really matter after a while. This was the furthest we’ve hiked in a day, thus far, and don’t ask me how far exactly, remember, no GPS, but I could see our starting point when we came down the mountain. We’ve hiked almost the entire day, and we were all exhausted. Out water was almost finished, and it was getting dark. The wind was howling, and we had to stand fast, or be blown of your feet. We decided to make our way down, hoping to find a warmer spot, and some water.
By now, we weren’t hiking anymore, we were stumbling over anything that was in the way, dark already, and too tired to speak. It was here, that my mother phoned, to ask if we were fine, and warm enough. We told her we were making our way down, and she insisted that they pick us up, as they were only 10kms away. Didn’t take much to convince us, and so we headed for the nearest road, to establish exactly where we were.
We were waiting for 5 minutes, which felt like 5 hrs. We were ready to keel over at any minute. Ooh, those limbz, didn’t feel like mine at all. We got to the guest lodge, just before 7pm. We had a drink or two with some of the guests, and then went for a warm bath and bed. I passed out, stone cold, the minute my head hit the pillow. Bliss…
DAY 20: OMARAMBA, REST & THOUGHT
DAY 20:
Even though there were no alarms going off, I woke up at the same early hour as every other morning. I knew I didn’t have to get up today, and that was a great thought, but the day was beautiful, and Natasha was going to come and visit again, so I got going.
How fantastic to wake up to a fresh cup of coffee? Thanks Maria. Dante was also up early, and befriended another dog who seemed to live in the bush behind our room. He came looking for his sister a couple of times, but she only made an appearance much later, when she briefly stuck her head out from under the blankets, and then almost immediately crawled back.
Natasha arrived around 11am, and made us a killer breakfast of bacon, eggs, mushrooms, cheese and toast. Mmmmmmm. She also brought soup bones, and lovely stewing meat, which she prepared for the dogs. Think they love seeing her more than we do. We hung out till late afternoon, and she brought some newspapers, so we chilled, chatted, and just had a fabulous afternoon.
The rest of our day consisted of catching up on emails, phone calls, and packing. We got ourselves cleaned up, and ready for bed quite early, but I didn’t fall asleep till very late.
There was a lot said and done today that made me think. It’s so good sometimes, when the world and everything around you comes to a stand still. Good that there’s always that moment where you have time to reflect.
I wonder about many things. I wonder about the world that we live in, and I wonder if people are happy, and I wonder why they’re so angry. I’ve had angry moments in my life, many, but that road leads nowhere, besides, what in the world could be so horrible, as to make a precious gift such as LIFE, a misery?
I find it so difficult to read the newspapers, because it’s the most depressing, disheartening and desperate means of observing. Just glancing at the Rustenburg Herout, made me reaffirm what I believe in so much. The Government, any Government, is just a representative, defending a country’s economic and moralistic values. Strange how the majority of residents in some countries, do not support those values? Who maintains then, what those values should be, or how they should be interpreted?
When the hand of the law cannot be trusted, where do you go? When the system is cruel and unkind, what do you do? I understand, for the first time ever, how desperate an act of discrimination can make you feel, but I also know that nothing justifies killing someone, or waging war, or anything in the name of anger and revenge.
It would be quite extraordinary if we could all live in peace and harmony, but this will never be, as long as there is someone who is greedy, envious, jealous, or who seeks power, etc., etc. These emotions, and that is just what they are, should never have gotten so out of hand and so all consuming, to ruin lives, and leave stains of despair.
I have had a blessed and beautiful life thus far, and I am ever thankful for that. I have come to many a crossroads, and haven’t always chosen the right way, but because of that, I have had an unbelievable journey. Anything, be it the happiest moment of your life, or the most humiliating, or the saddest moment, it’s something to be savored, because tomorrow it’ll be gone, and there will never be another moment quite like it. To understand happiness I guess you really have to experience pain.
I have had the privilege to have interacted with many people in my life, and while some have been negative, they’ve all been significant, and make me who I am today. This is why I love and cherish every one of those people, who have left me with something to think about, or who have inspired me to do better, and who have granted me the opportunity to forgive, and to be forgiven.
We are all given the same opportunities, and to me that represents the ability to rise above one’s disabilities. A choice, in other words. I have to always remind myself of that, when I am faced with everyday life stuff, but there’s freedom in knowing that you make your own choices. It took a while to grasp, and I’m still learning, but what a revelation, and suddenly every day is a surprise.
Idealistic to think that a whole nation will wake up, knowing that the choices they make today, determines how tomorrow turns out.
These are just some of the things I wonder about, but I guess the beauty is to have something to believe in, something to reach for, to be an anchor for many and to have someone to lean on. Then it doesn’t matter what happens, but you know that nothing is impossible. That is why I love what I do so much. Every day, there is something new I learn about myself in terms of the impossible, and all of a sudden there are so many possibilities, and it doesn’t all revolve around myself anymore either, the more barriers I break down inside, the more available I become to others and live the life that was designed for me.
Okay, enough already.
Bed time, good night
Sweet dreams
Even though there were no alarms going off, I woke up at the same early hour as every other morning. I knew I didn’t have to get up today, and that was a great thought, but the day was beautiful, and Natasha was going to come and visit again, so I got going.
How fantastic to wake up to a fresh cup of coffee? Thanks Maria. Dante was also up early, and befriended another dog who seemed to live in the bush behind our room. He came looking for his sister a couple of times, but she only made an appearance much later, when she briefly stuck her head out from under the blankets, and then almost immediately crawled back.
Natasha arrived around 11am, and made us a killer breakfast of bacon, eggs, mushrooms, cheese and toast. Mmmmmmm. She also brought soup bones, and lovely stewing meat, which she prepared for the dogs. Think they love seeing her more than we do. We hung out till late afternoon, and she brought some newspapers, so we chilled, chatted, and just had a fabulous afternoon.
The rest of our day consisted of catching up on emails, phone calls, and packing. We got ourselves cleaned up, and ready for bed quite early, but I didn’t fall asleep till very late.
There was a lot said and done today that made me think. It’s so good sometimes, when the world and everything around you comes to a stand still. Good that there’s always that moment where you have time to reflect.
I wonder about many things. I wonder about the world that we live in, and I wonder if people are happy, and I wonder why they’re so angry. I’ve had angry moments in my life, many, but that road leads nowhere, besides, what in the world could be so horrible, as to make a precious gift such as LIFE, a misery?
I find it so difficult to read the newspapers, because it’s the most depressing, disheartening and desperate means of observing. Just glancing at the Rustenburg Herout, made me reaffirm what I believe in so much. The Government, any Government, is just a representative, defending a country’s economic and moralistic values. Strange how the majority of residents in some countries, do not support those values? Who maintains then, what those values should be, or how they should be interpreted?
When the hand of the law cannot be trusted, where do you go? When the system is cruel and unkind, what do you do? I understand, for the first time ever, how desperate an act of discrimination can make you feel, but I also know that nothing justifies killing someone, or waging war, or anything in the name of anger and revenge.
It would be quite extraordinary if we could all live in peace and harmony, but this will never be, as long as there is someone who is greedy, envious, jealous, or who seeks power, etc., etc. These emotions, and that is just what they are, should never have gotten so out of hand and so all consuming, to ruin lives, and leave stains of despair.
I have had a blessed and beautiful life thus far, and I am ever thankful for that. I have come to many a crossroads, and haven’t always chosen the right way, but because of that, I have had an unbelievable journey. Anything, be it the happiest moment of your life, or the most humiliating, or the saddest moment, it’s something to be savored, because tomorrow it’ll be gone, and there will never be another moment quite like it. To understand happiness I guess you really have to experience pain.
I have had the privilege to have interacted with many people in my life, and while some have been negative, they’ve all been significant, and make me who I am today. This is why I love and cherish every one of those people, who have left me with something to think about, or who have inspired me to do better, and who have granted me the opportunity to forgive, and to be forgiven.
We are all given the same opportunities, and to me that represents the ability to rise above one’s disabilities. A choice, in other words. I have to always remind myself of that, when I am faced with everyday life stuff, but there’s freedom in knowing that you make your own choices. It took a while to grasp, and I’m still learning, but what a revelation, and suddenly every day is a surprise.
Idealistic to think that a whole nation will wake up, knowing that the choices they make today, determines how tomorrow turns out.
These are just some of the things I wonder about, but I guess the beauty is to have something to believe in, something to reach for, to be an anchor for many and to have someone to lean on. Then it doesn’t matter what happens, but you know that nothing is impossible. That is why I love what I do so much. Every day, there is something new I learn about myself in terms of the impossible, and all of a sudden there are so many possibilities, and it doesn’t all revolve around myself anymore either, the more barriers I break down inside, the more available I become to others and live the life that was designed for me.
Okay, enough already.
Bed time, good night
Sweet dreams
Saturday, 19 May 2007
HIKING AND RELAXING
Katryn and me, taking pictures
Maria, Dante and Katryn, at the highest point
My babies, comforting each other
DAY 19:
FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Maria, Katryn & Dante, the road to Omaramba
The Four of us Relaxing and watching rugby
Mom and Natasha
Steff Papendorf
OMARAMBA, SPAR, AND THE BULLS
DAY 19:
We woke up early, and packed up as the sun showed its glorious face. I was somewhat stiff, but felt quite amazing considering. We had a long hike before we reached the foot of the mountain, and then quite a way before Omaramba. We found a jeep track which was such a fresh change from the rough terrain of previous days.
We hiked like two girls on a serious mission, and what more serious than a hot shower. Cleanliness, there is much to say about that. The dogs also seemed livelier than yesterday, as if they knew what was waiting. I think they were also gagging to get washed up and groomed. We hiked past a couple of farm houses, all the time hoping and preying that somebody would drive by and give us a lift to our dreams. Like Maria said earlier, ‘the road to your dreams always seem a little harder’ is so true.
No luck however, and we walked, and walked, till we couldn’t walk no more. So close and yet so far away. We eventually reached the Barnardsvlei road, a gravel road, and knew we were not so far anymore, when a guy named Steff Papendorf stopped and offered us a ride. He had an airplane, or parts of one on the back of his truck, which left very little room for all of us. Dante and Katryn kept stepping on the wings of said airplane. Needless to say, that our lift didn’t take us much further than at least 1.5kms. Steff dropped us off at a short cut, or at least it presented itself to look like one, and we headed towards Omaramba.
Our short cut however, just never seemed to end. Eventually, we found the main road, and didn’t exactly know which direction to hike from there, but we were just too tired to think at this point. We turned right, and walked over a hill when we saw the glorious sign post leading towards our dream, on the left hand of the road, about another 500m further. I think we must’ve looked like something out of fright night when we stumbled into the reception area. The ladies just gave us one look, and saw that we needed our room without delay. I want to say thank you to everyone at Omaramba, and especially to Ernst Kleinhans for our fantastic rooms, and a wonderful stay. It’s gorgeous!
It took us a while before we could collect ourselves enough to take that long awaited shower. Another added bonus today is the Super 14 Final, and it’s the Bulls against the Sharks. The atmosphere was amazing, only we were so tired, that we could hardly sit up straight.
Natasha went to pick up more supplies at the Tuscany Spar in Rustenburg, once again, thank you Gerhard and Emile, you guys thought of everything, even some extra treats for the dogs. You guys are the greatest! She came round just before the rugby started and my mom came along which was a huge surprise. There’s something about having your mother around when you need some pampering. We went to the pool area to join in the festivities, but not for long though, decided to prepare something to eat, and just have a quiet evening. The Bulls won! They scored the most beautiful try in the last 5 minutes, and so well done! It was great!
Irrie and Tash left early evening, and so me and Maria just watched some tele, a novelty at this point, and caught up on emails. Maria and the dogs fell asleep shortly after, but I was suddenly wide eyed, and wondered around, till I found some great company, and sat around chatting till 1am. I didn’t realize it was that late though, and when it started drizzling, I came back in.
We’ve had a busy, eventful day, and I am just glad that tomorrow we’ll take a day off hiking. Need the break. I think my babies didn’t know what hit them with all the meaty treats and soft bed that they get to sleep on tonight.
Sweet dreams all
We woke up early, and packed up as the sun showed its glorious face. I was somewhat stiff, but felt quite amazing considering. We had a long hike before we reached the foot of the mountain, and then quite a way before Omaramba. We found a jeep track which was such a fresh change from the rough terrain of previous days.
We hiked like two girls on a serious mission, and what more serious than a hot shower. Cleanliness, there is much to say about that. The dogs also seemed livelier than yesterday, as if they knew what was waiting. I think they were also gagging to get washed up and groomed. We hiked past a couple of farm houses, all the time hoping and preying that somebody would drive by and give us a lift to our dreams. Like Maria said earlier, ‘the road to your dreams always seem a little harder’ is so true.
No luck however, and we walked, and walked, till we couldn’t walk no more. So close and yet so far away. We eventually reached the Barnardsvlei road, a gravel road, and knew we were not so far anymore, when a guy named Steff Papendorf stopped and offered us a ride. He had an airplane, or parts of one on the back of his truck, which left very little room for all of us. Dante and Katryn kept stepping on the wings of said airplane. Needless to say, that our lift didn’t take us much further than at least 1.5kms. Steff dropped us off at a short cut, or at least it presented itself to look like one, and we headed towards Omaramba.
Our short cut however, just never seemed to end. Eventually, we found the main road, and didn’t exactly know which direction to hike from there, but we were just too tired to think at this point. We turned right, and walked over a hill when we saw the glorious sign post leading towards our dream, on the left hand of the road, about another 500m further. I think we must’ve looked like something out of fright night when we stumbled into the reception area. The ladies just gave us one look, and saw that we needed our room without delay. I want to say thank you to everyone at Omaramba, and especially to Ernst Kleinhans for our fantastic rooms, and a wonderful stay. It’s gorgeous!
It took us a while before we could collect ourselves enough to take that long awaited shower. Another added bonus today is the Super 14 Final, and it’s the Bulls against the Sharks. The atmosphere was amazing, only we were so tired, that we could hardly sit up straight.
Natasha went to pick up more supplies at the Tuscany Spar in Rustenburg, once again, thank you Gerhard and Emile, you guys thought of everything, even some extra treats for the dogs. You guys are the greatest! She came round just before the rugby started and my mom came along which was a huge surprise. There’s something about having your mother around when you need some pampering. We went to the pool area to join in the festivities, but not for long though, decided to prepare something to eat, and just have a quiet evening. The Bulls won! They scored the most beautiful try in the last 5 minutes, and so well done! It was great!
Irrie and Tash left early evening, and so me and Maria just watched some tele, a novelty at this point, and caught up on emails. Maria and the dogs fell asleep shortly after, but I was suddenly wide eyed, and wondered around, till I found some great company, and sat around chatting till 1am. I didn’t realize it was that late though, and when it started drizzling, I came back in.
We’ve had a busy, eventful day, and I am just glad that tomorrow we’ll take a day off hiking. Need the break. I think my babies didn’t know what hit them with all the meaty treats and soft bed that they get to sleep on tonight.
Sweet dreams all
Friday, 18 May 2007
FALLING, FATIQUE AND TONQUANI GORGE
DAY 18:
Firstly, a happy birthday to my big brother Daan. I hope you have a beautiful day and many more to come. Love you madly, and wish I was there.
We woke up bright and early. Strangely, it was not as cold by the water side as it was on top of the mountain. Packing up today, was quite a breeze. We actually had a beautiful start to a very typical morning. Packing up didn’t seem like routine, it was actually quite enjoyable.
We started our hike, with the beauty and mystery of where we were, still fresh in my mind. We hiked to the top of the escarpment, but as usual, just as you think you’re on top, there’s another ridge, as high as the previous one awaiting.
The rocks today, are quite a challenge to get through, but our road nevertheless. It was a beautiful hike, and there were many valleys and gorges that we had to go through. We decided to get on with it, so we didn’t have too many rest intervals. We wanted to get to the Hekpoort tower early enough to explore the surrounding areas, but sadly misjudged the distance. As the crow flies, it couldn’t be too far, but hiking it, a completely different story.
Once we got to our destination, we realized that the Tonquani gorge lay below us, so we kept on hiking, in the hopes that we’d find a camp spot or a clearer idea of what lay below. This was one of the most beautiful, awesome sights I’ve seen this far, and I know that every time we stumble upon something beautiful, I think this, but it’s true. This gorge is as intimidating as it is awesome. As we walked down, the smallest little stream was flowing down ever so gently into a pool, which ran down into another pool, until all this water came together and formed a waterfall which cascades at least 200m down below into the gorge. The rock walls surrounding us, was of the most impressive rock I’ve seen thus far. Made me feel very small, and looking down into the valley made my stomach drop to the floor. Awe inspiring!
It was so sad that we couldn’t stay here forever, but it was getting late, and we had to get a move on. My Achilles was inflamed, and giving me a hard time, and I found it difficult to move too quickly, but we had to start making our way down the mountain, as we had a room booked at the Omaramba holiday resort tomorrow, and the idea of a hot shower, was something that simply couldn’t wait.
We hiked, slowly down, and Katryn was staying very close to me, almost trying to encourage me or something, when I stumbled over some rocks, and to avoid stepping on her, I dived to one side, and fell hard to the floor. I fell so hard, that Maria heard it all the way in front. I felt like such a baby, because it wasn’t a second before the sobs started. Thought that my body had come apart, but other than a couple of bruises, grass burns, and a fat head, I was all right!
Today felt like it truly wasn’t my day, and before long, the distance and rocks has taken its toll. We were both finished. We looked around for a place to camp, as it was quickly getting dark. We found that we were in the midst of a cattle grazing area, as there was a water crib, and there were troughs with feed. This was the only area reasonably flat enough and so we cleared away as many rocks as possible, and pitched our tent.
Morale was a little low tonight, and bodies tired and bruised. We nibbled on some smoked mussels and provitas, and lay down to sleep. Never thought this day would ever come to an end and rough surface or no, passed out for dead.
I think today’s greatest challenge was to enjoy and take in, the wonder and beauty of this day, and not to give in to feelings of pain, fatigue and self pity. Think they call it mind over matter, right? Wouldn’t say I completely mastered this theory today, but that’s today.
Sweet dreams, and may this beautiful weather persist!
Firstly, a happy birthday to my big brother Daan. I hope you have a beautiful day and many more to come. Love you madly, and wish I was there.
We woke up bright and early. Strangely, it was not as cold by the water side as it was on top of the mountain. Packing up today, was quite a breeze. We actually had a beautiful start to a very typical morning. Packing up didn’t seem like routine, it was actually quite enjoyable.
We started our hike, with the beauty and mystery of where we were, still fresh in my mind. We hiked to the top of the escarpment, but as usual, just as you think you’re on top, there’s another ridge, as high as the previous one awaiting.
The rocks today, are quite a challenge to get through, but our road nevertheless. It was a beautiful hike, and there were many valleys and gorges that we had to go through. We decided to get on with it, so we didn’t have too many rest intervals. We wanted to get to the Hekpoort tower early enough to explore the surrounding areas, but sadly misjudged the distance. As the crow flies, it couldn’t be too far, but hiking it, a completely different story.
Once we got to our destination, we realized that the Tonquani gorge lay below us, so we kept on hiking, in the hopes that we’d find a camp spot or a clearer idea of what lay below. This was one of the most beautiful, awesome sights I’ve seen this far, and I know that every time we stumble upon something beautiful, I think this, but it’s true. This gorge is as intimidating as it is awesome. As we walked down, the smallest little stream was flowing down ever so gently into a pool, which ran down into another pool, until all this water came together and formed a waterfall which cascades at least 200m down below into the gorge. The rock walls surrounding us, was of the most impressive rock I’ve seen thus far. Made me feel very small, and looking down into the valley made my stomach drop to the floor. Awe inspiring!
It was so sad that we couldn’t stay here forever, but it was getting late, and we had to get a move on. My Achilles was inflamed, and giving me a hard time, and I found it difficult to move too quickly, but we had to start making our way down the mountain, as we had a room booked at the Omaramba holiday resort tomorrow, and the idea of a hot shower, was something that simply couldn’t wait.
We hiked, slowly down, and Katryn was staying very close to me, almost trying to encourage me or something, when I stumbled over some rocks, and to avoid stepping on her, I dived to one side, and fell hard to the floor. I fell so hard, that Maria heard it all the way in front. I felt like such a baby, because it wasn’t a second before the sobs started. Thought that my body had come apart, but other than a couple of bruises, grass burns, and a fat head, I was all right!
Today felt like it truly wasn’t my day, and before long, the distance and rocks has taken its toll. We were both finished. We looked around for a place to camp, as it was quickly getting dark. We found that we were in the midst of a cattle grazing area, as there was a water crib, and there were troughs with feed. This was the only area reasonably flat enough and so we cleared away as many rocks as possible, and pitched our tent.
Morale was a little low tonight, and bodies tired and bruised. We nibbled on some smoked mussels and provitas, and lay down to sleep. Never thought this day would ever come to an end and rough surface or no, passed out for dead.
I think today’s greatest challenge was to enjoy and take in, the wonder and beauty of this day, and not to give in to feelings of pain, fatigue and self pity. Think they call it mind over matter, right? Wouldn’t say I completely mastered this theory today, but that’s today.
Sweet dreams, and may this beautiful weather persist!
Tonquane Gorge, and our way there
The mountains are beautiful, any way you look at them. The smog is just a pity
Vulture restuarant, nearby the gorge
The Peglarae, rare aloe plant which can only be found in the Magaliesberg
Thursday, 17 May 2007
DAY 17: BLISS, POOLS, AND A BEAUTIFUL END TO A HECTIC DAY
Our knight in shining armour: thanks dad for being you
Even Dante enjoyed the water, and splashed about for a while
Maria splashing about in the stunning cold pools, MAGIC
WHERE ARE WE?!
DAY 17
We woke up this morning, feeling pretty destitute. Our water was finished; we only had enough tuna and provitas for breakfast, and no more cigarettes! Beginnings of a disaster. Okay, like I said before, we thought we were at Castle gorge, or at least close to it, so we phoned some of the farmers living in the area, to confirm our suspicions.
First we phoned George & Christelle Smith, and then Mr. Conroy, and they concurred. Next thing, I spoke to my mother, and she was such a sweetheart to suggest that they’d bring us some more supplies, seeing that we weren’t that far from home. What nobody understands however is that we have no idea what goes on below, as far as directions go. Only thing we can say, is what it looks like from up here, and describing the color of the rooftops below, just didn’t seem like enough to go by.
Uschi, from the MCSA, faxed them a road map, of how to get to the Castle gorge, thanks Uschi! Around 11am, I spoke to my dad, and he was a little lost, asked if I could see him. Couldn’t, but I ran down, all the way, to the foot of the mountain. After a long search, we finally found each other! Yippee!
He was such a honey, to bring around some sausage and steak, which we threw on the gas barbeque, and thus, had the most delicious lunch. He couldn’t stay too long though, so we said our good-byes, and away he went. Thanks dad, you’re the best!
Some nice treats, lots of water, 4lt Coke, sigs, and a wholesome meal, now tell me, how fortunate are we? This is the first time, ever, since we’ve started our adventures, that we’ve had someone bringing us supplies, or rescuing us when we were lost, unless of course you count the ones who disappeared as soon as they appeared, as if by design.
We forced everything into our bags, and headed in the direction of the pools, this time, we knew where we were going, and if we couldn’t find it, means we’re really stupid!
What an absolute paradise! This was sure worth every bit of being lost and confused! The water originates from a spring, and then cascades down, into a valley. I have no words, it’s so stunning! We were so overwhelmed by our find; we went swimming in the icy cold pools. It was so nice, the cold didn’t matter really, in fact, it was refreshing after a couple of long, hot days. We set up camp, and hiked in and around the valley for a while.
It’s night time now, and the sounds quite different from other nights. The sound of the water streaming down, beautiful. Anyway, I’m going to enjoy this for a while, then have an early night.
Sweet dreams
We woke up this morning, feeling pretty destitute. Our water was finished; we only had enough tuna and provitas for breakfast, and no more cigarettes! Beginnings of a disaster. Okay, like I said before, we thought we were at Castle gorge, or at least close to it, so we phoned some of the farmers living in the area, to confirm our suspicions.
First we phoned George & Christelle Smith, and then Mr. Conroy, and they concurred. Next thing, I spoke to my mother, and she was such a sweetheart to suggest that they’d bring us some more supplies, seeing that we weren’t that far from home. What nobody understands however is that we have no idea what goes on below, as far as directions go. Only thing we can say, is what it looks like from up here, and describing the color of the rooftops below, just didn’t seem like enough to go by.
Uschi, from the MCSA, faxed them a road map, of how to get to the Castle gorge, thanks Uschi! Around 11am, I spoke to my dad, and he was a little lost, asked if I could see him. Couldn’t, but I ran down, all the way, to the foot of the mountain. After a long search, we finally found each other! Yippee!
He was such a honey, to bring around some sausage and steak, which we threw on the gas barbeque, and thus, had the most delicious lunch. He couldn’t stay too long though, so we said our good-byes, and away he went. Thanks dad, you’re the best!
Some nice treats, lots of water, 4lt Coke, sigs, and a wholesome meal, now tell me, how fortunate are we? This is the first time, ever, since we’ve started our adventures, that we’ve had someone bringing us supplies, or rescuing us when we were lost, unless of course you count the ones who disappeared as soon as they appeared, as if by design.
We forced everything into our bags, and headed in the direction of the pools, this time, we knew where we were going, and if we couldn’t find it, means we’re really stupid!
What an absolute paradise! This was sure worth every bit of being lost and confused! The water originates from a spring, and then cascades down, into a valley. I have no words, it’s so stunning! We were so overwhelmed by our find; we went swimming in the icy cold pools. It was so nice, the cold didn’t matter really, in fact, it was refreshing after a couple of long, hot days. We set up camp, and hiked in and around the valley for a while.
It’s night time now, and the sounds quite different from other nights. The sound of the water streaming down, beautiful. Anyway, I’m going to enjoy this for a while, then have an early night.
Sweet dreams
Wednesday, 16 May 2007
DAY 15: THE LIVING AND THE DEAD
Umbulane, friendly chap at the Hoggsveldts
These have all been found in the area surrounding this house
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