Report be Kevin Eikenaar

Day One

This Easter Weekend the club did a trip to Lesotho. Gary and Ronnie had big plans and many routes, this resulted in the trip being extended from 4 to 5 days. I will do separate posts for each day to make it easier to follow. The original plan was to go in at Ongeluksnek, however due to the excessive amount of rain we had been having, we were advised against this as access to the pass was a big problem. This saw us re-route through Qacha's Nek. The plan was to meet up at The Rotunda in Hilton and then leave by (In Gary's words) no later than 7am. The notice for this trip had said that we had to be flexible as the plan could be fluid. Well our fist moment of fluidity happened right then. There was some form of major traffic snarl up on Town Hill. This caused some folk to arrive late and some to take a different rout and meetup in Matatiele. It also meant that we left a lot later than intended. The traffic going to Underberg was crazy busy as the Splashy Fen music festival was happening the same weekend. We eventually met up in Matatiele and topped up the tanks and tummies and then headed for the hills. The border staff on both sides were absolutely fantastic and we got through with almost no trouble....except Chris and Kyle. They wanted extra documentation because of his age (even though he's taller than most of us). There was panic but then they handled it, got the required docs, and then entered Lesotho. We then traveled some tar road next to a very swollen Senqu river and then headed into the mountains on some rather rough, rocky and muddy roads to get to our 1st camp site of the trip. We were told it was next to an alpine lake / dam, but as it was dark we had to take the word of those that said it was there. What we did find, was that the ground was very soggy, so we parked on the road in a straight stripe. Some setup tents in the dark, some opted for sleeping in their cars. There was no braai that night, just vienna hot dogs or noodles as it was 8pm by the time everyone was  settled. It turns out we caused some entertainment for the shepherds that were in their kraals on the hill tops around us, as they were making all sorts of funny noises until they became bored with that, then we all turned in for the night. 

 

        

    

 

Day Two

As the sun rose on day 2 we realized something. It was COLD! The thermometer in the Pajero registered -1 and the ice on all the vehicles and tents needed no explanation. The sun rise also revealed that we were indeed next to the Alpine Lake (it was a dam, but Alpine Lake sounds much better). This was, in my opinion, the morning with the most glorious sunrise. Coffee was brewed and some of us enjoyed the sun rise while some of the more energetic went off to see if there were any fish in the dam. The dam was really full and overflowing with intent because of all the rain. It turns out that if you come up Ongeluks Nek you have drive directly along the base of the wall to continue on into Lesotho. There was quite the sense of relief that we didn't have to drive that. Once we had all packed up, we headed off with the goal of getting to Malealea Lodge. This day would take us through what must be one of the most scenic parts of Lesotho as there are a lot of trees and red walled canyons, quite different from a lot of the higher areas of the country. After descending into one of these picture book valleys we came apon a low level bridge that was under water. This produced a series of conflicted minds. Ronnie was keen to cross as he was comparing it to his bridge back home but others were thinking of the various videos they had seen of cars being washed off these types of bridges. It was decided to consult the residents in the nearby homes and they strongly advised against crossing. So it was decided to turn around and make the long trek back to another route. As U-Turns were being executed, a group of younger guys came along with their horse and said it would be fine to cross, and to prove a point, they sent their horse on over. Ronnie was like, "You see, I told you", and so He and Gary drove across. When the rest of us saw that they did not get washed down the river, we all followed and made to the other side. The rest of the day was spent driving and at one point we got close enough to the SA border to get cell phone signal. The plan was to camp at Malealea, but when we got there we found they had empty backpacker huts (Built in traditional Lesotho fashion). So most upgraded and had a good night on a bed. The evening was rounded off with a braai in the communal area, followed by a hot, or not so hot, shower and a good nights rest.

        

 

         

 

    

 

 

Day Three

I didn't forget, it's just been a busy weekend 🙂. Here is day 3 of our long weekend in Lesotho.
Those of us that had opted for a hut, woke up with the wonderful realisation that we did not have to pack up tents. This would also be a day with a fairly long drive. One needs to remember that in Lesotho, the map distance can not be used to calculate time as you would back home. These non tar routes extend your travel time exponentially.
It was decided that Malealea lodge was a great place and we can recommend it. The route planners also had a chat with Jackie (the proprietor of Malealea Lodge) and bounced our route idea for the day off her. She is very knowledgeable on the area around there and was able to direct us away from areas that are no longer passable and give direction on how we should proceed. With maps updated and breakfast sorted, we headed out. Today would see us chasing waterfalls.
Our 1st waterfall was Botsoela Falls. This was not too far from Malealea and worth the visit. We had to walk down to the base and whilst not too long it was fairly steep in places. It is 40m high with a splash pool at the base, and with all the rains it sported 2 falls. When we stopped we were approached by volunteer guides, that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The rate was fair, we were asked for what ever we could give. Whilst one can find the waterfall your own there is not much out there so it helps the guides earn something.
Once we had had enjoyed the falls we saddled up and headed off. The destination was Maletsunyane Falls. Again we traveled the high road and the low road, but mainly the high one. The scenery was breathtaking. When we got to Maletsunyane Falls we discovered there was now an entrance fee of R130 p/person. Due to the size of our group, we managed to get a discount. They did say we could camp anywhere within the area, which we ultimately did. We drove in and came to a Visitors Comfort Center and this was a surprise to some of the group that had been there previously when there was nothing. The center has a restaurant and a quad bike hire shop, but otherwise seems rather empty. There is however a lovely viewing deck from where you have an uninterrupted view of the falls. Maletsunyane Falls are 192m high and quite a site to behold.
Once the view had been savored and toilets used, we went and found a place to setup camp and make fire. It was a great spot, although we did have to encourage a young guy and his horse to move along. A fun evening was enjoyed around the fire and Gary even broke out his "anti-freeze" which was well received, before everyone turned in for the night.
 
  
 
    
 
    
 
Day Four
 
Day 4 dawned apon us, I can't remember the temperature, (maybe Chris Can) but it was not too cold and must have been warm enough for the easter Bunny to get up early and leave an Easter egg by each tent. We looked forward to what the day held for us as Ronnie and Gary had been talking about a road less travelled, and none of us could imagine, at that time, just how exactly less travelled it would be. The plan was to head out from Semonkong to a camp site on the other side of Thaba-Tseka, This would prove to be a bridge too far, but I digress.
We started off by going through some villages and even these would become fewer in frequency as we approached the "middle".
It was at one such village that Gary and Derrick decided that the road wasn't enough of a challenge and took a detour, which which took a turn up a slippery incline, which was fine for the Fortuna's but caught out Elizabeth's longer Hilux. This resulted in Caroline giving her a gentle tug to get her onto the road more travelled. I think it also was the most outside entertainment the people living there had had in ages and I'm sure they are still talking about it today.
The views, once again, were stunning but the drivers needed to keep at least one eye on the road because we were often riding along the edge of nothingness. Armco seems to be a foreign concept in most of these places. As the road seemed to start petering out, we stopped for a roadside picnic lunch. The intel we had said we had to push on and eventually the road would become more road. It was evident by the piles of stone next to the "road" and the steel culverts lying around, that there had at some point been intent to improve the road, but this had come to nothing. Some sections of the "road" were totally grassed over, like a sports field, and other sections were rocky and rough and yet other parts were just a twee spoor track through long grass. Oh yes, and mud, nice mushy mud in random places that would catch you out if you were not careful. But it all made for a great day out driving.
We eventually made it on to a more normal dirt road and it didn't take us too much longer to realise that we didn't have any chance of reaching our intended camp site until way after dark. It was then, alongside a lovely little stream with trees, that Gary and Ronnie decided to go have a chat to the folk at a nearby homestead to see if we could overnight there. They came back with the great news that as we had offered to pay, they would open up 2 classrooms for us to sleep in. This was fantastic, especially as this was the only night we had rain. The classrooms also had these small steel fireplaces that worked like a bomb. So after a good meal, coffee and "anti-freeze", everyone had a good warm night.
 
 
 
 
Day Five
 
Day 5 had us rising early, due to the fact that we had not reached our intended camp site the previous day. We now needed to cover the remaining distance from day 4, plus all of the distance for day 5. So after wake up, eat up and pack up, we left at around 7am. Our group had briefly grown by 1 as a lady from the place we stayed at had hitched a lift with Caroline into a town we were passing through.
We had to cover a fair amount of dirt road before we hit a really good tar road. Both roads took us through some really scenic places again as we made our way to Thaba-Tseka. Here some of us topped up tanks before journeying on. It was after Thaba-Tseka that we hit a really rough dirt road, the likes of which rattled your eyeballs and loosened your fillings.
We pulled over next to a river at lunch time for a snack, stretch and line cast. This spot was almost at the intended camp site we were supposed to have used on day 4. There was no way we would have gotten this far until around after 10:30pm the night before. This gave us a newfound appreciation for the place we stayed the night before.
We then set out again for Sani top.
It was around this time that the question was asked, what time do the border posts close. The 1st suggestion was 4pm. Well there was no way we were going to make that and people were already coming up with what we were going to say to our bosses. Bianca then managed to make contact with the outside world. The outside world then in turn managed to get hold of some resorts, who advised that both top and bottom border posts closed at 6pm. This was still going to be a little tight so we pressed on. The top border post was reached just after 5pm, passports were stamped, and we zooted off down Sani Pass (well as much as one can zoot down Sani). The mist then also rolled in just to spice things up again, but I am pleased to say that we all made it through on time and back into the good old RS of A.
The next stop was home......not really, it was KFC in Underberg. It turns out people needed fast food (although this KFC was not particularly fast). Once everyone a filled up it was time for the homeward journey. This was fortunately uneventful and we mostly got home just after 9pm.
Thanks again to Ronnie and Gary for taking the time to plan such an excellent weekend for the rest of us
 
 

Dear Midlands 4x4 Club

I write this letter to thank you, the Midlands 4x4 club and all those who sponsored our Dads and Lads Captain Courage on the 30th June 2018. This was truly a special day for our dreamers and their dads.

Reach For A Dream fulfils the dreams of children between the ages of 3 and 18 years of age who suffer with life threatening illnesses. We help inspire hope, by helping our children to believe in the power of dreams. We also run projects like our Captain Courage project, this allows some of our boys to participate in an activity or event that has an element of fear and bravery. We wish to remind them that anything can be overcome with courage and bravery, to not let fear stop them from moving forward.

I would like to thank you all for helping us to remind our boys that no mountain is too big or pathway to tough that I cannot be overcome or crosses. You showed the boys through your vehicles that anything is possible, even that which seems possible. I know the boys were amazed by what you and your vehicles could do and even during some scary crossings, the thrill and excitement one the day for all involved. Thank you for giving our dads and lads a chance to have some quality time together and to experience what real 4x4’ing looks and feels like.

Thank you to all those who sponsored towards the amazing lunch that was given and to the wonderful goodie bags that were given to each father and son. We are so incredibly grateful for all your generosity and kindness. You have helped us make an impact in the lives of fathers and sons. This is a day that they will truly never forget, and in the words of one of our dreamers, that came across the radio…. “This is the best day ever!!!”

Thank you once again for partnering with Reach For A Dream and for putting together a rough and tough Captain Courage for our dreamers. We hope that we can make this an annual event and reach many more children with your support.

THANK YOU FOR 30 YEARS OF DREAMS!!!

Kind regards
Kerry Donkin
KZN Manager
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The Midlands 4x4 Club once again participated in the annual Cars in the Park event on the 27th May.

We had a number of vehicles on display as well as quite a few vehicles driving around the 4x4 track. Members of the public were able to come along and join our members driving around the track. In order to do so they were all asked to donate towards the Pietermaritzburg SPCA. The public were very generous and a sum of R6377.20 was raised for the SPCA.

                                                                                                                                     

Gary handing over the cheque for R6377.20 to Ronnie from the SPCA

 

Other photos of the day

    

 

    

Friday 14th April, the Rotunda car park.

The mist swirling …. we thought we had the wrong date …until … a bright orange Ford Ranger swung into the parking area in spectacular fashion, festooned with recovery gear of every description.
We realized we were in fact in the right place! Perhaps a little under-equipped but alas, the off road store was closed! We would just have to make do.

It was once again the start of a Lesotho trip for the Midlands 4x4 Club. In the next few minutes the convoy started drifting in … all except our fearless leader who had the essential indemnity forms to be signed by all and sundry. Eventually Richard and Heather arrived in the “Marriott-Hotel-on-Wheels” and all the necessary documents were completed.

Under Ronnie and Gary P’s able direction the convoy left with lights a-blazing … destination Underberg. En route the mist lifted thankfully and the sun emerged. We were greeted by a magnificent autumn day. After a quick coffee stop and last refuel at Underberg we continued towards Swartberg and onto the first dirt road en route to Rama’s gate.

An early drama on this trip necessitated a diversion for Ronnie, Gary P, Darryl and Johnno to Matatiele for some much needed spare parts. The rest continued up the escarpment to the border-post and after pleasant formalities on both sides, we were in Lesotho. A reasonably cobbled road led us on to our first stop – Sehlabathebe National Park. We all stopped at the newly built admin offices and registration was straightforward and efficient.

By now the weather was changing with threatening black storm clouds swirling above and the temperature dropping. With increasing wind amongst the peaks we set off along the winding road to the campsite.

After traveling in convoy through some beautiful mountain sandstone scenery and dropping into the Sehlabathebe Valley, surrounded by imposing buttresses and peaks, we found ourselves in a well watered, grassy but exposed campsite. Our first night stop on the trip. Everyone picked their preferred spot and at this stage the wind increased, the mist rolled down and a cold drizzle enveloped us.

It was interesting to notice how we all differ in our choice of camp setup, but within a short period fortunately everyone was hunkered down for the night. Gary and Ronnie, Darryl and Johno thankfully arrived from Matatiele with good news on having found the spares they needed. The more optimistic people in the party lit a braai fire. Of course, at this stage of the trip it must be said that Richard and Heather in the “Marriott-Hotel-on-Wheels” were the most comfortable and well prepared for the elements! Well done to them!

The before-mentioned Ranger unfolded in a most impressive way and it became obvious that no expense had been spared on handy gadgets. In fact, it was rumoured that there was a small 2-man helicopter stowed under the canopy for emergencies, in addition to all the camping paraphernalia that one can imagine. Well done Zandy and Jan. Impressive. A very nice rig!
A brief time was spent in the swirling mist trying to enjoy some bonding around the braai fire. However, apart from a few die-hards (Otto in his shorts and T-shirt!) and Ronnie, the rest took shelter from the wind chill factor and made their own arrangements for comfort and entertainment.

It was not long before the camp was in darkness and apart from the sound of the occasional jackal cry, all was quiet. You have to understand that the nightlife in Sehlabathebe is limited! Uncle Ronnie and Otto, the die-hards at the campfire in a force 10 gale eventually conceded that bed / tent was in fact the place to be.

The next morning dawned in typical Lesotho fashion. 0 degrees indicated with a wind chill factor of minus horrible! Thick mists and ghostly shapes of cattle and horses surrounded us. Lights came on and one by one, with the normal grunting and slamming of drawers and boxes, we all gathered to enjoy the day that lay ahead. There was a heavy dew which soon thankfully was broken by sunlight piercing through the scudding clouds. The Matabeng Pass lay ahead.

After a hasty breakfast, mainly of the instant variety, and a gathering of the troops, a motley convoy was formed, led by Ronnie and Gary P in the newly repaired Pajero. As we left back up the winding road, the sun and blue sky emerged with the promise of another lovely day in the spectacular mountain kingdom.

Shortly after Shelabathebe we turned right, crossed a small river and as the track became progressively rougher and rockier we knew we were starting up the fabled Matabeng Pass.
There were a number of very washed out river crossings to negotiate with loose rocks and narrow passage and low ratio was advised by Ronnie at the head of the column. Some people still insisted they were in 4 high at this stage!

The Natal side of the Matabeng took us up through some spectacular rock strewn windy tracks, getting steeper and steeper with spectacular views of blue sky and white cloud rolling in. Tight hairpin bends and switchbacks with breathtaking vistas. Nearing the summit the temperatures experienced during the night were borne out by icicles in the shadows on the rock walls of the pass. Pausing at the top, we marveled at the views into Lesotho and gathered ourselves for the descent!

The loose rutted track wound itself steeply down into the Senqu Valley. There appeared to have been some major storms in the valley recently as sections of the road were severely washed out and small streambeds were filled with large boulders brought down by flash floods. We came across the first of remote villages with an almost medieval feel to them. Stone huts / shelters covered with sparse thatch and shepherds on the roadsides with their large shaggy dogs. Life is very hard here and it was sobering to see how people can make do with so little. We found the Lesotho people to be very hospitable and welcoming.

Nearing the base of the pass we came across a number of young shepherds plunge dipping their sheep. They were friendly and engaging, allowing us to photograph them as they went about their task. We traded some hot cross buns with the youngsters and they were delighted to pose for some photos.

Towards midday the convoy of 9 vehicles assembled on the banks of the Senqu River at Philip’s camp. A beautifully shaded spot on the banks of the river. Chairs were unpacked and we enjoyed a picnic lunch. The road to Mount Moorosi lay ahead of us – our next night stop. From Philip’s camp onwards the road improved to well used gravel with many valleys and more switchbacks. We passed through numerous small villages and care had to be taken to avoid goats, chooks, sheep, donkeys and pedestrians!

We reached the intersection of the Qacha’s Nek / Mount Moorosi road as shadows were lengthening and the push was on to make the Mt Moorosi campsite before dark. This would be difficult. Fortunately from here on it was a windy tar road but caution was necessary as road signs in Lesotho do not last long (they make excellent roofing material!) Numerous steep descents and hairpin bends had to be negotiated and by now it was quite dark. Armco barriers are not high on the list of priorities in Lesotho either and several wrecks were seen strewn down the mountainside. After a somewhat harrowing trip where we kept in contact with intermittent radio signal, we all caught up with Gary and Ronnie at the turnoff to Mt Moorosi camp.

It was by now cold and dark and there was a general rush for the available rondavels, even though lights, hot water and cooking gas were not included in the tariff! Richard and Heather arrived in the Marriott Hotel and smugly looked at all of us and wondered what the fuss was about as they opened the door and moved up into their luxury accommodation on wheels! Some of the die-hard campers also insisted on braving the elements under canvas. The rest of us were delighted to enjoy the comforts of our rondavels and an early night was had by all.

Next morning a number of vehicles went to nearby Mt Moorosi village for diesel replenishment and after coffee and light breakfasts the troops (after various running repairs to some vehicles) set off on the last leg of our journey towards Ongeluksnek.

The road wound through a wooded valley, becoming open alluvial farmlands with fields of maize and millet carved out of every available space. Once again, friendly locals waving from the small villages, we climbed up a steep escarpment ending at an alpine lake where we paused for a coffee break and to admire the magnificent scenery. Healthy looking sheep and angora goats were herded past us. A short distance further on along an exposed rocky rutted track stood the Lesotho Border Post. (literally a solitary fence post standing on a bleak crest) before the road dipped down towards Ongeluksnek. Passport formalities are not big here!

The Ongeluksnek Pas was as Ronnie and Gary P had predicted – very steep, loose and rocky but with their expert guidance all made it down to the police post without incident. It was very apparent that if there was any moisture whatsoever in those parts, this pass would be near impossible!

The convoy assembled at the SAP Ongeluksnek Border Post and passport formalities were completed and we continued to the overnight camp at the base of the valley. A number of us elected to continue our journey home as time permitted and final greetings were exchanged. Once again a very enjoyable and interesting adventure. Thank you to everyone for making it a special weekend and keeping it safe.

Many thanks to Gary P and Ronnie. And a special mention to Darryl – always a great man to have along with his mechanical skills! And to Gary B, a big thank you too for being the ever-reliable steady sweeper at the rear of the column.

We look forward to many more trips with the Midlands 4x4 Club.

On Friday evening we hosted the Maritzburg College's Team Rhino, participants in the 4x4 in Schools Technology Challenge. These bright lads, lead by team leader Bevan and accompanied by College Engineering Graphics & Design Head, Ben Bosch, explained what the Challenge was all about, how they have gone about learning Design and Engineering skills through this project and showed us various parts of their new 4x4 model. Lots of interesting discussions were held between the lads and our members. Ideas were shared and much learnt on both sides.

We wish Team Rhino SA all the best for the upcoming International Champs in Dubai. 

Visit their web site here

If you would like to support them in any way, please contact Team Leader: Bevan on email: This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.

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