Port
Elizabeth to the Drakensberg Mountains
We drove
north into the endless skies and little fluffy clouds (como Mid-West
America) of the Karoo. The people got more scarce and suddenly everyone
knew each other (in a three hundred km radius) and insisted on knowing
you. Country people. If you don't mind a total lack of privacy and
are happy to not do anything for yourself you won't have a problem
in rural South African.
The
crime free, friendly band extends from Nieu Bethesda and Graff Rienet
in the west, to the border of KZN in the east. We stayed with a great
couple near MacClear at Tsitsa Falls. No electricity, showers heated
with wood fires and dogs, cats, goats and a dassy (dassies are cat sized
rodents, a bit like gophers only with fifties eye make-up, that you
see crossing the road or on cliff faces through out the Western and
Eastern Cape) running in and out of the house. In fact the dassy in
question took to opening our door and burrowing under our bed clothes
before we had entirely finished with them.
My
opinion of KZN cannot be totally relied upon because as soon as we crossed
the border I got done for speeding. The traffic cops had their gear
just behind a hill which, when you approached it, suddenly declared
an 80km sign quickly followed by a 60km sign. Obviously I wasn't concentrating
and it was a fair cop. Apart from the 800 Rand fine (yes - more than
in the UK!) I now have to slow down evey time my navigator tells me
to. It must be such a burden to be right all the time. KZN is a large
slice of land and we travelled up through the Drakensburg mountains
to the west, hugging the great cliffs of Lesotho.
The
camp sites are beautiful and the walking trails breathtaking and in
Royal Natal you can walk up to the great walls of the Amphitheatre and
look up at the Lesotho kingdom itself. I have no idea what the coastal
area of Zululand is like but the western and northern side seemed impoverished
and for every grand holiday resort or game lodge you can find three
or four townships that don't seem to be benefiting from their proximity.
The
car is in good shape; we are checking it religiously (daily and weekly)
and have found no problems so far. We have only used the transfer box
a couple of times but the tyres and suspension have proved themselves
invaluable already. We have both driven for long stretches and find
the Range Rover very comfortable to sit in for five or six hours a day.
We have also been trying out various tarpaulins and have chairs and
a table to relax in the evening. All we need is some more adventure.
Photos
The Little Karoo
Ade and Angelas place.
and Angelas goat
Speeding fine
Camping in the Drakensburg
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