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Published: March 3rd 2018
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I was getting close to the end, the end of Africa and also this little jaunt into Africa..
The rental guys wanted their bike back and and the end of Africa was close by.
Cape Agulhas is where it ends but first I had to get there, two possibilities, tar or gravel.
Well partly gravel anyway, what a dusty thing that turned out to be, I could see little clouds of dust criss crossing the horizon in all direction on the different gravel roads, everything is bone dry, there’s hardly anything green to be seen anywhere the sheep munch on God knows what out tin the fields.
There’s a river to pass , on a ferry powered by humans, who drag it back and forth the whole day.
It’s a bit embarrassing to watch them drag the boat along and then just bring out my wallet and pay.
It felt a bit like slavery to me but probably a job is a job.
A lot of dust and shaking later got me to Bredasdorp, the only place that was in the vicinity of the Cape and on
booking.com and to put the icing on
the cake, a Saturday discount.
How utterly irresistible, 15 % off so that where I went, a place like so many others run by an elderly woman.
My room was converted garage and good enough. I had no more got inside when the rain got started.
The breakfast was according to script, Boerewurs, Boer sausage made out of beef, scrambled eggs toast, juice and coffee and some fruit.
This has been my run of the mill staple breakfast since I arrived, you can get bacon as well but that’s not on my list. It’s a good hearty breakfast that lasts until dinner.
Onto the bike into the cold strong winds coming from the south and then I arrived to the Cape, strong winds and a minibus full of people taking pics and also their driver a smashing SA blonde and nice at that and impressed by my little trip.
On the way back to Bredasdorp the sky looked at me and laughed and showed what it had in wait for me.
A wall of cold rain waited for me , up the road.
Not much to do, down with the visor and
a stiff upper lip and a Tallyhoo.
Its’ amazing how quickly the temp drops when it rains, on the bike you can tell on every half degree change and when we’re talking about six to eight in a couple of minutes it’s almost like a blow.
Franschhoek was on the itinerary, going there I went past the dam supplying Cape town with water, and it was not empty but down to about 10%, the chill wouldn’t leave the air and I had a coffee stop on the way up the pass.
Not very high, not exiting but and this is a big butt, non the other side the temp just went up and the sun was shining.
A very quaint and subsequently very expensive village, the cheapest was the double of the most expensive I stayed in on this trip.
Sod the money hungry wankers, I went to Stellbosch through the heart of the SA wine lands.
The old part of Stellenbosch where I stayed is nice, the rest could be anywhere in the world, shopping malls , fast food and so on..
I found a nice little B&B in a
cul de sac, it was in an old private house from the early 1900.
I wouldn’t have minded taken it back home with me.
Nice breakfast with a hollowed out papaya filled with sundry other fruits.
The weather was fine. not a cloud just clear blue skies and drought, there were card board signs on the lampposts coming into Stellenbosch asking people to make Sunday a shower free day, so again you shower with a bucket to catch some water for other uses.
There are sigs saying that plants are irrigated with grey water , very strange when you live in a place where rain is more common than the sun.
I wandered about and had some wine here and there, what else do you do in the wine capital of SA?.
Monday came and I went to CT through the morning rush hour to get the bike back to the rental place and to get a car for the remaining week.The plan was to go up a bit along the western coast of SA and then inland and backtrack to CT.
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