Thursday, 10 October 2013

NAMIBIA Day 8: Swakopmund – Kuiseb pass - Solitaire





Day 8
Swakopmund – Kuiseb pass - Solitaire

Sand dunes lit up by a bit of sunlight

We woke to a light drizzle and chill in the air. Since I did not bother to look out the window before I packed all my stuff (well, to my defence it was 5.30 and still dark outside), I was totally underdressed for the occasion! I asked if we could do the salt road again, as I hoped to get nice pics with the rising sun on the dunes.

One of the reasons I fell in love with this country

Unfortunately the light drizzle did not only NOT light up the dunes as I had hoped, but also got my helmet camera wet – resulting in even worse pics once we hit the dusty desert! I am sure by the end of the trip I shall remember to clean the lens regularly!

Sand as far as the eye can see
After refuelling in Walvis again, we hit a wide, lovely gravel road. Almost 4 lanes wide, although the extreme sides were loose sand. Most South Africans can only dream of such a freeway! 

Dust as far as the eye cannot see!

The rain cleared up and we continued riding in overcast but dry conditions. Except for some trucks in the beginning and a few cars/bakkies as we went along, the road was relatively vehicle free. A big relief, as every passing thing leaves a cloud of dust. Cough, cough, splutter, splutter! We got into the rhythm with Toni riding alongside me – thus saving us both gulping down loads of each other’s dust.

More sand, front and back


Almost no difference between the road and surroundings
This was an amazing experience – the never ending sand and dunes as far as the eye could see! I don’t believe I have ever been in a dessert before – the beauty and vastness captured my spirit of freedom and even solitude in some ways. There was grandeur in the simplistic surroundings that surpassed of the most magnificent mountains and scenery I had ever seen before. It was in these moments I realized I loved this vast country and have to come back to see more of the hidden treasures one can only see by taking the roads less travelled. How fortunate am I to have a wonderful steed and companions to help me experience these untamed wide open spaces!

Refueling along the way
We had been travelling for hours and only stopped to take off the extra clothes, Toni to fill up his (super) thirsty KTM and munch down a few peanuts and raisins. While riding I would often gulp down loads of water from my backpack and cannot fathom how I did so many hot, dusty roads in the past without it?


In the Kuiseb pass
The road started winding between mountainous outcrops and later we found ourselves in the Kuiseb pass. This absolutely stunning pass, took us down into the valley, though most of the way the road nestled in between the mountains. Rounding a bend, I noticed a dry riverbed with some trees in it. The place looked so welcoming that we decided to have our lunch right there.


As I turned off onto the sandy track, Brutus could not make the turn (let’s not blame the rider here!) and as he bucked and rebelled against the loose sand and round river stones, I knew we were going down! We came to a standstill a few metres off the little track, still upright and in one piece. Once again I had to take a few moments for my heartbeat to normalize and was thankful we were not picking up dented pieces of Brutus along the sandy path. 

The haven

Where I almost bought some costly property
The view from under the tree


After struggling back, we parked the bikes in the shade of the huge Thorn trees and enjoyed a nice lunch of Game energy drink, Salticax and Oysters. (And Toni had his Espresso of course!). Please tell me how many people enjoy Oysters in the middle of a Dessert, brought in by bike?! My first taste of smoked Oysters, and to be honest, it tasted very similar to the smoked mussels! Then again, I am sure a little sophistication on my part would have helped identify the magnificent difference!

The bridge in the background
The only green trees we saw for miles and miles
Toni preparing to make his Espresso
Pouring the well brewed cuppa




After lunch we went for a short walk in both directions of the dry riverbed and then hit the road.

On our way back to the bikes after a walk

Once again my helmet cam had had enough and the battery was flat by the time we were ready to leave. What a pity, as the views were stunning from there! 











What a view?

Every twist brings something new



Still winding through the pass, Toni indicated something was wrong with my bike. We discovered the back mudguard had been torn in one place, was loose somewhere else and gone at a 3rd place. The chain guard was also badly ripped.
The broken mudguard
Assessing the damage 
Finding the only bit of shade around to work in
Thanks to my riding buddy, who managed to take it off, reassemble a few pieces and then decide most of it should come home on the bike. So now more time wasted in the mornings having to add all these loose parts to the million straps and cords I am already using! Sighhhh….

The end result - for now
Note to self: Invest in hard panniers when you get the money saved up!
And while you're at it: There MUST be alternatives to pasta and Salticax?!

Views of what's to come


Toni busy fixing again
By the time we came to the Tropic of Capricorn, my number plate had almost rattled off due to the bad road. It required some more of Toni’s genius to make a washer (thank goodness for our – empty - tinned Oysters!) and get it fixed – and thanks to the trusty Leatherman!

Changing light
A toktokkie coming to inspect Toni's handiwork 

At last a pic of me!


Everyday we have been arriving at our destinations just as the sun was setting. Due to the extra time it took to fix my bike, today was no exception. The area had slowly changed to a little more vegetation, farms and hills. All in a soft glow thanks to the late time of the day. 

This must be one of my favourite pics of the entire trip. Look at those mountains!

We arrived at Solitaire dirty and tired, but happy. I was in time to get the famous apple pie everyone told us to try. Not a great apple pie lover as such, I must admit it was pretty good. The cutest little bakery out in the middle of nowhere?! Now THAT was a lovely surprise! I was actually ogling the chocolate éclairs, donuts and every other sugar-overloaded-fat-induced sin I could see. (I guess?) It was fortunately closing time and I did not have time to choose any sinful delight. In any case, Toni was getting apple pie for me.


Entrance at Solitaire
After refuelling we found a nice camping spot and set up tents in the setting sun. Beautiful!

A mongoose close to our camp
Toni helping me to get my tent up in the fading light
And trying to salvage some of Brutus

We were sharing our power outlet with some other campers and it was fairly late before we could start charging our magnitude of electrical paraphernalia. Little did we know the power (a generator) was switched off at 10pm and most of our “megafters” went uncharged for the next day! But who cares … Apple pie and cuppa soup for supper.  Crashing early once again after a long, hard day, I started loving the feeling of being tired because of what and how I had experienced the day. What a wonderful life?!












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