Honeymoon Travels–Chapter Seven – Mini episode on wheels

If you’re new to this site, your humbule bloggist managed to formally ensnare his better half in a matrimonial ceremony in September 2012. In keeping with one of the visions of this blog, it is his intention to document the honeymoon travels and perhaps get them finished before the golden wedding anniversary (the last episode can be seen here). I’m kidding of course. Seriously, don’t leave now. We’re getting to the best bits….

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Our quad bike outing. Our party is seen here breaking for a drink next to a deligthful little dam in the Drakensberg…..Quad erat demonstrandum – in other (adulterated vulgar Latin) words.

Our next adventure was a trip on the quad bikes. Mindful of the fact that these vehicles are, at best, controversial in a pristine reserve, we were reluctant to go thundering up and down mountain slopes, frightening the wildlife, poisoning the plants with carbon monoxide exhaust fumes and causing wholesale destruction of the pathways.

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What the quad bikers (or the jetty set) saw looking up at the majestic mountains of the Drakensberg.

We needn’t have worried. The Cathedral Peak owners have set up a concession area away from the other walking paths, adjacent to the golf course. Here, a small number of well maintained, adequately silenced, single geared quads, led and controlled by a knowledgeable and personable guide, trundle up a scenic path to a most picturesque little dam.

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The road less travelled – A view from the handlebars of a quad bike – an unexpectedly pleasant outing into the mountains without getting the hiking boots dusty.

One stops there for a while to take in the panoramic beauty of the Berg and to quaff a cool drink or two, and then we meander back to the hotel.

While I would be the first to advocate doing it all on foot – there is definitely something to be said for having such a facility, as it allows those with a less energetic mindset to also enjoy the environment. What your writer also enjoyed about this outing was that we could stop at any time, haul out the camera and fire off a few shots before moving on again; or simply stop and absorb the stupendous, heart melting beauty of our surroundings. The entire outing took about two hours and was an enormously fun way to ignore the pain from the massage.

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About Freud Fission Chips

Despite the banality of the name, FFC has led an intensely varied life. Grateful for surviving almost three years as a 'troepie' (soldier for non-South African Readers) in the Angolan war, he determined to wring as much out of life as possible. Currently providing Business Analysis services, trading on the stock market and developing web pages to pay the bills, FFC also dabbles in wildlife, landscape and people photography, writing, and far too many interests for his own good. He has also travelled extensively in southern Africa (working on the sound theory that a moving target is more dificult to hit). These peregrinations also include over 1500kms on foot through some of the worlds most spectacular scenery. It hasn't all been plain sailing, beer and skittles, and endless beds of roses... Chief amongst the prerequisites for surviving Africa, with its mind-bending characteristics, is an appropriate sense of humour.... So, for now, he will be recounting the amusing among the annoying, the frustrating wrapped in the funny and extracting the mirth from the melancholy... Oh yes, there might be some alliteration too.
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