At a fast pace we leave on our journey to our camp for the night Zingela, it should take about an hour and a half, if the weather remains dry and the thunderous skies don't explode. This is probably the most challenging part of the rally as far as the vehicles are concerned.
There is only one way to get to this place, It's dirt track up the side of a mountain time with some spectacular views and some unusual hazards testing our driving skills. Our mantra is please please don't rain, please please no more punctures!
Cows on the track... well OK its rural I can go with that.... but a grey hound... that was a strange one, until it was explained that the locals often keep them for hunting. whatever next... flat caps??
As we zig zaged across the river valley we realised we were getting closer to our camp.
Luckily our ever ready locals were here to help if we needed an oil change.
A quick check by Gregg that everyone was had made it. He counted them all out and counted them all in.
Success!
We are greeted by our Zingela camp representative Uri who's mere appearance brings joy to so many of our crew. It was now time to relax and hang up our dusty boots for the evening. We had timed it well and avoided any rains. That was until the heavens opened after dinner by which time it wasn't a worry.
I would like to thank everybody involved for their help and support in making this one of those special memories that will last for a lifetime.
For those following the blog its going to happen all again this weekend. Stay Tuned.
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