Two intrepid explorers traverse mountain passes in order to reach KZN
(Some licentia poetica has been used)
It was a dark and stormy night when Hugh & Jannette put their best wheels forward and drove out of Johannesburg in their QQ, aiming roughly at the remote area of KZN. With their pith helmets (one blue in support of the Bulls and the other white in support of the Great White Sharks) firmly in place on their heads they went where few men dared to dream of – down the motorway to the Kingdom of the Zulu.
On crossing the border post at Van Reenen, we expected to be challenged at any moment by an impi of well-trained Zulu warriors. Lady Luck, however, was on our side – with the rain teeming down and flashes of lightening striking the surrounding veldt, it looked like the warriors had better things to do with their time.
QQ (as we affectionately call our iron steed) sailed through the mountain pass with not a murmur, other than the gentle hum of her sturdy engine, and soon we were on the straight and narrow with nothing to fear other than the odd grim sheriffs lurking in the bushes and staring down the sights of their automatic camera guns.
When we drove past the last outpost of the British Empire (Pietermaritzburg for the not too enlightened) we entered a slalom skateboarding course and we zig-zagged around orange cones, 44 gallon drums and other barricades until, once again, we were in the clear.
We reached our destination, a little bit south of where hungry crocodiles can be found, in the land of the sharks but definitely no blue bulls (they had been despatched back to Gautengoland).
We discovered at our jungle bungalow that, although the closest man-eating animals were the crocodiles, we were visited from time to time by bushbuck, duikers and vervet monkeys (the monkeys commonly known as Chlorocebus Pygerythrus). The monkeys even took a liking to QQ and could be found, on occasions, climbing all over her and enjoying the sun shine whilst nibbling nuts.
And so ended our history-making expedition from the African hinterland, to the balmy, sub-tropical coasts of Bananaland. QQ still joins us in making shorter forays into the surrounding sparsely populated terrain, never slipping, stumbling or falling, and, at the end of the day, can be found purring whilst curled up with her favourite mapbook.
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Our two intrepid explorers surveying the veldt in search of Chlorocebus Pygerythrus as well as other predators
