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Published: October 16th 2007
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So strong was the smell of the green rolling hills that it literally attacked me with childhood memories.
I wasn’t cycling through the verdant valleys of the
Western Cape, I was cycling down memory lane. Through an outdoor childhood spent at my grandfathers farm, running through the high late-summers grass, pulling pranks with my grandmother as she carried firewood down to the house and eating bedtime sandwiches and drinking hot chocolate while listening to my father’s many stories.
This was cycling.
Never before while travelling had I felt so free. No bus to catch in the morning. I had just to wake up whenever I wanted to, cook some breakfast on the stove and then gently start pedalling.
Everything was perfect - it’s the cliché of clichés but never the less was it true.
The different landscapes we passed were among the most picturesque I had ever seen. I thought as we crossed the Western Cape - the core of the
Fynbos Floral Kingdom - dressed in its wintry gown.
What made it so beautiful was that we didn’t experience it from behind a car window. We experienced it with all our senses.
Cape Agulhas, the southernmost tip of
Africa with its awe-inspiring and dramatic coastline we not only saw but felt, as we had to use our own muscle power to reach it. The satisfaction of finally reaching this southern apex by car or a motorbike can never be compared to arriving by your own force.
The over-hyped lushness of the
Garden Route with its many tourist-friendly “white” towns and well marketed attractions had its own undeniable appeal as we slowly smelled, heard, saw, tasted and felt our way through the region. But the best part of the journey was the underestimated
Overberg region.
Fields of cereal swaying in the wind over the rolling hills, met us as we pedalled the back roads through the countryside, sleeping at small farms and meeting friendly new people every night.
Here we met genuine friendliness and unmatched hospitality. Every night we shared fate with someone new, someone different. Every night being very interesting. Every night equally; important, inspiring, educative, fun, heart-warming and wonderful.
We got to see the best part of
South Africa. It’s this image I’d like to keep of the
Rainbow Nation.
Habitually we “almost overstay” our visas. There
Along the coast
South of Kogel Baai was no difference to that this time. As we entered the “friendly city”
Port Elisabeth (trust me, the moniker is actually true.) we left our bikes at some friends' house, packed our belongings into plastic bags and quickly jumped the first bus heading up north towards the closest border. We had less than 24 hours to leave the country.
The snowcapped kingdom of
Lesotho was to become our new temporary abode.
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Marco Daprile
Short but Good.
As good as it gets. As usual. And, Yes, cycling is the real way of travelling.