A few days off work. An entry to the Knysna Forest Marathon. And another petrol price hike. Three perfect ingredients to justify getting on your bike and riding off over the horizon on another adventure. And thus was born the Cape2Knysna challenge, a kind of dodgy attempt to combine a holiday, exercise and sightseeing all … Continue reading Cape2Knysna Challenge, 2014
No one goes into the driest place in our country without good reason. Even fewer venture through without a destination on the other side. You don’t just accidentally stumble into the Tankwa. My introduction to this desert landscape came a few years back when our family weekend getaway turned into an exploration of a more … Continue reading Tankwa calling
Over the years of living in Cape Town I’ve had the very good fortune of visiting the beautiful Overberg town of Greyton from time to time. It’s one of those step-back-in-time villages, nestled in amongst the mountains that start forming the dividing line of the Klein Karoo and the garden route. At different times of … Continue reading It started off as an innocent idea…
Seweweekspoort. Being a Natal boy who’s understanding of Afrikaans is dismally poor I always thought this was the name of a finely matured port (wine can mature in seven weeks, right?), so when the invitation came to join three good mates, Cobus, Andre, and Stif, to experience this wonder I naturally expected the outing to … Continue reading Seweweeks Port Triathlon – Hike. Bike. Braai.
It had been a week of watching every conceivable weather forecast and prediction, trying to decide if our weekend exercise would consist of a ride, a morning run, or a hike… By Thursday the forecasts were deteriorating sufficiently to show a healthy weather system right on our doorstep that should dump a truck load of … Continue reading Saturday night – boys night out with a difference
Another magic outing up to Victoria Peak in the Jonkershoek yesterday with brothers Andre and Charl. After successfully roping me into the Freedom Challenge, it’s great to see Charl start training towards upholding his end of the deal – running the Puffer next year (him being the cyclist and me the runner we thought it … Continue reading the abominable trail runner