Deciding to hit the road early in our group means that you will spend an hour waiting at the Blockhouse by yourself. At least I wasn’t spending my Wednesday preparing to go to the office like everyone else.
From here we rode like hell for leather to get to Grahamstown, where we had dinner at the famous Rat & Parrot, of course we had pizza. Stopping only to refuel the bikes makes this 1020Km trip go by reasonably quick.
From Grahamstown, we went hunting for the best meat pies in the world. This hunt took us through Bathurst, Port Alfred, Alexandria, Nanagga, Port Elizabeth and on to our destination in Uitenhage, the Ratel Rally.
We settled in to what turned out to be the loudest rally site in the world, the party did not stop. It was going from when we arrived on the Thursday afternoon and was still going when we snuck out on Friday morning.
Got the t-shirt, drank the beer.
Ratel Rally to Buffalo rally was a ride like no other with some beautiful roads and fantastic “cuisine”. We stuck to the N2 for this part our trip with a pause at Knysna’s Dry Dock for refreshments.
Got to the Buff and the sun was shining! But the queue was moer long.
Then we partied like rock stars!
Camping at the Buff also takes rally sites to a whole new level, with the most epic views.
On Saturday morning we took a reprieve from the campsite and went touring around the Mosselbay area. On our little gettaway we found Food Worx, makers of giant gourmet burgers, Misty Meadows, brewers of fine ales and The Sea Gypsy, who fed us calamari till we couldn’t eat anymore.
Sunday morning when the music was turned off and the revving competition had ended we hit the road again for a leisurely two day ride back to JHB. Day one was Mosselbay to Colesberg with a stop for the best breakfast ever at Sophie’s Choice in Willomore.
We found some stragglers in Middelburg.
When in Colesberg, do as the Colesbergians, eat lamb chops at Die Plattelander and finish it off with Malva pudding and hot custard. There was afval on the menu but we decided to leave that to someone else.
With Colesberg in our mirrors it was a hop, skip and a jump to JHB on Monday.
The most important meal of the day at Tom’s Place.
As we saw the big smoke hanging over Sasolburg we stopped for one last stretch of the legs before the final push home.
All in all we did 3284Km in 6 days.
Now starts the planning and saving pennies for next year’s run.