Driving a VW Polo along a empty dirt road (we did pass what appeared to be two other tourists in a small red car at one point) can leave one thinking about the possibility of a breakdown. Sure Avis provides 24 hour roadside assistance but they’d have to find our stupid asses first. And I would not describe the Polo as all-terrain so we had to tread lightly.
Eventually,
we made our way to the town of Winterton where we decided to splurge
on a room for two nights. Leslie was still not 100% and I was
starting to feel a bit under the weather. The prescription was a
comfortable bed and a flat screen television. Yeeesss. After a good
night’s sleep we drove some 30 km into Champagne Valley and went
for a short hike in the Monks Cowl area. We had planned on doing a
more extensive jaunt but, once again, the weather was not
particularly cooperative. The threat of rain was ever present. We did
manage to have a nice stroll and were still able to take in some of
the area’s natural beauty, passing rainclouds and all. One
advantage to cruddy weather was the distinct lack of humanity. This
adds a nice touch to the desolate scenery.
After
Winterton we continued north to the ‘Upper Berg’ for a couple
nights of camping in Royal
Natal National Park.
We had intended on camping in the Cathedral Peak Nature Reserve
(breathtaking area I might add) but the campsite was less than
inspiring, the weather still poopy, and the hike we wanted to do was
closed due to landslides. Superb. Royal Natal made up for it.
The campsite had a nice backdrop and this area, like all of
Drakensberg, was rather striking. We passed a day trekking to a
spectacular waterfall and spent a couple of hours taking it in,
snapping a pic here and there. I even made an attempt to swim beneath
the falls but the icy waters kept me and my nards from getting very
far. On the way back we encountered a troop of baboons that kindly
posed for a few shots. We thanked them and moved on.
Our
next destination was supposed to be Tugela
Falls and
a hike along the top of what is known as the ‘Amphitheatre’ of
Upper Drakensburg. We never made it. We inquired at a nearby
Hotel about the possibility of getting all the way to the Sentinel
car park (where the hike begins and a hut to sleep in can be found).
The women at the front desk assured us we could manage in a 2WD
vehicle. The women at the front desk must have been huffing glue.
Daylight
was fading but we decided to give it a shot. What we found was a
breathtakingly beautiful mountain ridge road strewn with small
boulders and rocks of varying sizes. I took our silver box (i.e. the
Polo Vivo) as far as I could (which was probably 5 km farther than I
should have) but in the end had to capitulate once again. The Polo
took a beating but endured magnificently. There more than a few tense
moments when we thought we might just tear the bottom out. We
didn’t…thankfully. Even if we had made it all the way we might
have been trapped there for days. As we were retreating it started to
rain and continued on most of the night. I can only imagine the
condition of the road afterward. It really was quite a shame because
the scene we were presented with was just plain awesome. I would have
loved to see more, much more. That was the first time we regretted
not splurging for a 4WD but certainly not the last.
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