A very long hot day. And the best one too. We did not put lips to beer until after 7PM, so jazzed from the Swartburg we could have continued driving all night.
The Swartburg ranks among the premier mountain passes of the planet, sufficiently hair raising and seriously spectacular.A total blast to drive. Some prefer not to look down and keep eyes on the narrow, twisting dirt track.
High dessert, yucca, wild flowers, no people. Occasional well funded farms, mohair country. Seldom any cars at all on the hundreds of kilometers of roads we ripped down. Fang almost achieved the 120 speed limit when I forgot to mention to Laurie we had 90 minutes to make our time control 188.9 kilometers away! Twenty five km of that passage was a raised concrete single lane. Grand fun for me, not so much for our driver.
Fang soldiers along, the 150 km of gravel on route vibrated his extremities. Lots of racer tape appearing on rally cars, patching hoods, trunks, lights, roughly in place.
Noise wise we are now silent except for the in car giggling. In emergencies, I play the Mexican Hat Dance. It works well on goats and the SA army. Your Nav, her work almost done
Waking In the quaint village of Craddock is like stepping back in time. Restored row houses, a true Victorian Hotel, Jazz band on the porch, gin and tonic in pitchers, iron bedspreads. New Orleans amid the diamond hills?
Landscape yesterday semi desert, huge mesas in the distance, yuccas in bloom and high altitude passes. Our bumpy test was a military training area with the good name of Commando Drift. We are without an accurate GPS but rally on.
Our Room. We're staying in little houses you see in the picture. We estimate late 1800s. Destined for raising, a woman bought them all and refurbished along with The Albert establishment.
This evenings dining venue
Downtown Cradock
The band has been playing for hours, the same tune. I think they are quitting soon
Confronted with the groaning board on offer in the Oyster Box breakfast garden, Nav could only do justice by concocting bizarre combinations..avocado croissants with Parma ham and Stilton, passion fruit smoothie and Waldorf salad. We waddled to Fang, got the wrong turn of the day over with immediately and headed to the Dezzi Racetrack, a short 148 km down the N2. Dezzi is the real deal. A very pleasant, well designed road course with good elevation and tarmac. Each vehicle , rental trucks included, took two turns of two laps each. The three time Belgian world rally champ won the fuzzy dice with blistering times in his racing Porsche. Laurie probably was fastest in the sedate class. Everyone enjoyed the romp on a good track. The landscape, green, green hills, deep valleys and glimpses of far away pounding surf lured us to another diet buster, the beachside Blue Lagoon bar. Nav ate too much and fought off a gastric coma during the four hour run to Umngazi Villas by the Sea. No real report could fail to mention the surreal trip through Flagstaff and yet, again words cannot convey the sheer magnitude of activity crammed onto and around the Flagstaff main drag, equal in mayhem to Bombay’s best efforts. The trip from altitude down to sea level includes 133 turns, switchbacks and postcard views. So here we are,up a river by the sea, surf for music, ensconced in the very same cabin where Nelson Mandela slept. Maybe even the same bed. Or did he sleep in the one Laurie now uses? Your Nav
Dezzi Raceway action followed by Blue Lagoon Beach Bar Nothing like a huge lunch before a four hour drive in traffic. Breathtaking scenery. South Africa is stunning. Your Nav