Every blog post seems to start off with “it’s been a while since I have posted”. My blog is picking up cobwebs in a forgotten corner of the interwebs. *sob sob*. It’s crazy to think that the last post I did was my trip up to Zululand. Where does time go??! I have been hard at work, stuck in the PMB rut, but it all came to an end last weekend when thanks to CouchSurfing (Praise CS!) I managed to get away and cross off something on my Bucket List. The “Things to do before I am 30” List is coming soon *watch this space*.
Having ridden up to the SA Border Post twice, I was adamant to make it up to the top of Sani Pass “one day”. And in true “rooikat” style, that day came sooner than later, and there was no backing out. A fellow CSer, Christina from Germany, doing an internship in PMB, tagged along for the journey, and we met up with Aussie, Stefan, training for Lesotho Sky (for which the stint up Sani Pass was a stroll in the park).
Maximising half-term potential (Teachers holidays ftw), we headed up to Sani Pass Backpackers on Saturday in time for a meander in the surrounds, and a chance to test out the newly purchased GoPro. The joys of travelling with someone who likes taking photos as much as I do! Thank you Christina!
Of course, the well-travelled flag has now been to Underberg.
Christina made a new friend.
A while back I read an article about seeing landscape scenes in a new light so to speak. I fiddled with time lapse to accentuate the movement in the already playful veld. I am quite chuffed with the result
As the evening drew on, we were pleasantly surprised with the dinner offered by the backpackers. A meal of champions ready to conquer the mountain the next day! Any late night antics were quickly put to bed as were we, when the lights went out. Well rested, we set out the next morning at 07h30. The ride up to the border post was smooth sailing, being an old hat at it now. But, come time to cross the SA border post, it was a climb that I will never forget! I must have looked a right sight pushing my bike up many a steep incline. Several bakkies stopped to offer me a lift. Oh the will power it required to decline and proceed to suffer one step at a time, pushing my bike, each sigh and groan asking myself “WHY JENETTE?! WHY!!!”.
Making it to the top though is WELL WORTH IT. The view is unbelievable, and looking back at what you have accomplished, it is truly a feat of pure grit and determination. I am smiling from ear to ear, stupidly proud of myself, and trying to let it all sink in.
Sadly, I cannot say I enjoyed a nice beer at the highest pub in Africa! A coke did go down well though and the chocolate courtesy of Stefan. We tried to linger up top to savour our efforts, before the quick and not so steady decline.
My rapid descent saw me eat dirt shortly after the switchbacks – check out my video!
I landed up in Casualty on Tuesday getting x-rays, sure of cracking a rib or two. Luckily, I can report that besides some major bruises, and lots of cuts and scrapes, the ribs are still intact…until the next time!
Thanks Stefan and Christina for an awesome weekend away!