Allen’s take on day 4
As we pulled into Papkullsfontain Guest Farm on the evening of March 11, we sensed the history. Our host Marietta Von Wyk was gracious and gave us a great history of the farm and the family. The farm has been in the hands of the von Wyk family (Afrikaners) for six generations. We were treated to a meal of braised lamb shanks from their farm, complete with home grown beans and carrots with mashed potatoes. It’s a tough life.
Breakfast was a 7km ride down the road to to the Von Wyk’s son’s farm named Waenhais Farm and were greeted by Annelize, Marietta’s daughter in law. The history goes back to the 1700’s and the old farm house has a magnificent setting. We were treated to a delicious four course breakfast: Local fruit, muesli and yoghurt, Afrikaans porridge (tasted like semolina!),and bacon, eggs with mushrooms and tomatoes that would put a “full English” to shame. I think we decided to skip lunch!

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We stopped at a stunning Kloff or Canyon that sunk deep into the land.

We re-traced our route of the previous day, past quaint homesteads from years gone by and down the twisties of the escarpment where whoopees from the general direction of Brian were heard across the veld. The terrain got more and more interesting as the high glacially scoured high ridges were interspersed will piles of massive weathered mounds from an ancient era. Our next stop is our accommodation for the night near Springbok, some cozy thatched cabins nettled far into the hills.

The entry track into the cottages challenged our riding skills to an unprecedented degree. Deep soft sand may be OK for four wheels but not so for two… At least the distance down was short and the landings soft!
Some reflections so far;
1. We are lucky to have chosen Andrew as our guide. His choice of accommodations (so far) has been superb, his routes excellent and I swear that if given a box of parts, he’d build us another bike.
2. Our group of motley riders have meshed so well. Whew!
3. As we travelled through S. Africa we have seen homes ranging from those that would rival the wealthiest of Vancouver’s mansions to the shantytown dwellings around Cape Town. We saw how nature does not discriminate as the January fire that ravaged the east side of False Bay would destroy one lovely weekend home, but skip the neighbours and completely avoid the densely populated shantytown a few hundred meters down the road.


