Building the bikes before getting ready to roll out, just shy of the border.
Erosion at it’s deepest (spot Archie at the top)
Themba, our host on the first night. After rolling across the border late we found ourselves up a quiet dirt road after dark. We pulled off to chat to Themba, who allowed us to camp in the land behind his house.
Always choose the route with a river crossing!
Hlope, the gent who directed us across the river and through some private land, which he managed on behalf of the owner, Mr Similani.
Hiding out in the shade for a lunch break. During the day we had temperatures of mid to high twenties for most of the trip.
A quick swim to wash away the day’s mixture of sweat, sunblock & dust before night sets in
After realising we had headed a bit too far North and risked missing our flight home, we jumped in the back of a bakkie and made up some milage on the road down South again.
The daily carbo load; a stop for hot chips, became something to look forward to!
Unaffected by the bees who wanted their honey back, this young lad setup shop on the side of the road, selling fresh chunks of wild honeycomb to passers by.
Archies chain snapped on the last day, an hour out from the border. It was the only mechanical issue we had and thankfully was a relatively easy fix.
Back across the border. Siyabonga to the people of Eswatini, you and your country are pretty darn amazing! Until next time!