Although Wayne anticipated hills, he wasn’t quite prepared for how much climbing he would be doing. From Mthatha to Mt Frere he covered 115kms climbing 2272m and started the day with the temperature of 8 degrees which was cold until we reached Kokstad and he started his cycle at 0 degrees and thick mist which meant shocking visibility.
“I have learnt to dread downhills because in the Transkei
that means a big uphill to follow.
I had to stop on a pass and put on extra
mountaineering kit as it was getting so cold.”
Wayne
The constant climbing seemed to go hand in hand with inclement weather. On one particular day gale force winds meant that Wayne barely progressed and the wind was so strong that he was in danger of being pushed into the traffic and his focus that day became to stay on his bike and keep to the shoulder of the road. Drivers in the Transkei don’t tend to adhere to traffic rules and Wayne had some hairy experiences. There were also frequent roadworks, hills, a lack of shoulders on the roadside, hills, friendly and unfriendly locals and often not to friendly dogs that were much to curious for Wayne’s liking.
Wayne cycled through busy and buzzing villages jam-packed with taxis, cars, jaywalkers and the sidewalks seemed to burst with bustling crowds of people skirting the myriad of stalls. These ranged from hair salons with canvas walls illustrating a selection of styles, piles of second hand clothing neatly arranged and well managed, coops with fresh squawking chickens, tethered goats and untethered goats, stalls with muti in all kinds of forms from herbs to animal hides and tails and others with fresh produce.