Monday, September 17 to go to Prince Albert I circumvented Swartberg by the east via Meiringspoort Pass stopping halfway to visit the waterfall registered with the world heritage. The gorges are impressive as well by their narrowness as by the color of the rock. I found an unspecified bivouac on the R407 road. I point out that all the fields are enclosed representing several hundreds of thousands of kilometers of fences in South Africa!
Tuesday, September 18 I visited the Prince Albert village which was founded in 1762. Many houses go back to this time and are remarkably maintained. I decided to establish my bivouac in the street at the bottom of pylon of telecommunications to have a good Wi-Fi connection. Alas wasn't it the case, perhaps because of strong gales disturbing the wave propagation?
Wednesday, September 19 I left Prince Albert to again cross Swartberg but by a gravel road during approximately 40 km west of solid mass whose surface is of good quality. A light drizzle accompanied me in the rise which was transformed into snowflakes at approximately 1500 meters of altitude. Crumplings of the rock at the time of the tectonic movements during million years have various colors under the sun morning between two heavy showers. Then the tarred road by Oudtshoorn carried out me up to Herold's Bay at the edge of the Indian Ocean where I bivouacked during two nights in the crash of the ocean.
Friday, September 21 my road plan laid down two days in the village of Wilderness at the bottom of covered mountains with forests and at the edge of a long white sand beach. Alas the village is traversed by a narrow street bordered with second homes without ideal parking for two nights. Consequently I return to my bivouac at Herold's Bay on cliff dominating the noisy rage of the Indian Ocean favourable the romantic daydream by reading again pages by Alexandre Dumas by appreciating the French language of the Louis XIV's court with the use of perfect of subjunctive fallen down in disuse!
Wilderness | Herold's Bay |
Sunset |
Sunday, September 23 before crossing the bridge spanning the lagoon of Knysna I forked to go to visit the Belvedere church built in 1850 of Norman style and devoted to the Anglican rite. It is actually a vault for the English expats living the joint village. I did not visit Knysna almost closed for a cycle race. I moved towards Knysna Woodbourne Resort for my Sunday bivouac.