Onward up and over the Swartberg Pass to Prince Albert
Leaving the Baylys’ farm at Groenfontein, we continued up the unpaved road crossing dry river beds which become torrents when it rains almost every winter, and into verdant valleys growing flowering onions. We passed the privately owned Swartberg Game Reserve and spotted some very unusual antelopes, Red Lechwe (Kobus leche), normally found in northern Botswana and not usually seen south of the Okavango
Lots of brightly coloured vygies (mesembryanthemums) along the road
The Swartberg (black mountains) are magnificent and Lynne had no idea that we were to go right over them at this point
You can see the waterfalls in the kloofs and the verdant pastures below, and a road going up ....
There are great views of the long range of the Swartberg (Black mountains) and they do look black
Then the road began climbing and, at a cross road, we discovered a charmingly (sic) named restaurant
called Kobus se Gat (tr. Kobus' Hole), which friends had told us about. We were hungry, so stopped for some lunch
It is also a convention/wedding venue
The man himself, Kobus, who is a great friendly bear of a man
He was extremely helpful, giving us directions and good travel information about the trip
We sat on the sunny terrace and waited for our food to arrive
A play area for children and more magnificent views. The air was like champagne
A cheeky sparrow who had just had a bath in some water, waiting for crumbs
Now dried off
It has a short menu: full Breakfasts, and various filled Roosterkoek braai bread (yeasty bread toasted on an open fire) and hamburgers, we ordered two and a couple of beers. They came full loaded with all the necessary accompaniments, and crispy chips and are covered in a creamy mushroom sauce (no sauce for John). It was one of the best hamburgers we have had in a long time, good beef, well seasoned, great flavour
"Perhaps," Lynne thought, "as we have already climbed so high,
we just go around those mountains and through the pass behind this one?" HA!
Succulents grow very well up here
Then it was time to venture up the Swartberg pass. Built by Thomas Bain in 1880s, it’s a major feat of road engineering
A rather narrow dirt road (just enough space for 2 cars to pass)
Leucadendrons - "Leucadendron is a genus of about 80 species of flowering plants in the family Proteaceae,
endemic to South Africa, where they are a prominent part of the fynbos ecoregion and vegetation type" (Wikipedia)
Many kissed by mountain fires, they need fire to drop their seeds and regrow
Farmland below, lots of fields of onions
and the road went on and upward and the views became spectacular
Higher and higher we went. Not yet at the top! We kept stopping to take photos and admire the views
And here you can see the huge uplift of the mountains
Geology eroded by water slowly over the centuries
A wild African daisy
You could see almost up into the whole of Africa (OK, poetic licence, but we were very high)
The trip played havoc with Lynne's vertigo and had her shaking with fear if her eye caught the drop while we were moving
She was praying that we wouldn’t meet another car on a narrow bend, which luckily we didn’t
The passenger side of the car was mostly on the side of the drop
How high can you go? This far?
And onward went the road, up and up, winding up to the top of the mountain till we stopped to examine this sign
It was good when we stopped to take photos, especially right at the top, when we could really see the spectacular views
but she was not brave enough to look while travelling. And the proper summit was even higher up
Up and over! Heading down at last
The gorge, where the road travels down towards Prince Albert, which is at the bottom
On the other side, going down, we saw signs of fantastic ancient tectonic movement in the mountains and gorges,
huge uplifts and fractures
Ancient fractures
Now we know we are in the Karoo, lots of tall aloes
and next to the small river, some Arums
This towering rock formation was breathtaking
and the river picks up speed alongside the road
Gaia in all her glory reminding us how insignificant we are
Nearly at the bottom, where we found people frolicking in the river
and so, on to Prince Albert (click here)
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