A few weeks ago we went to a local farmers market. The moment we arrived another Land Rover drove into the car park. In Hoedspruit there are many Land Rovers but we haven’t met any other Series Landies. We quickly introduced ourselves and Lucy to Tris and Scott and N’doto and invited them to our place in the bush for tea and cake (we are British). Scott had been having flying lessons in Hoedspruit so we thought that having a photo shoot of our Series 3/2a Land Rovers on the Wits Rural airstrip would be the ideal thing.
While doing the obligatory “tyre kicking” and bonnets up inspection, one of the site managers sped towards us in his Toyota, with a worried look across his face. two land rovers, bonnets up, must be the broke down helping the broken down. We put his mind at ease and he drove off.
Scott and Tris are on a multi month overland trip around Southern Africa and with many social media followers the above photo of Lucy and N’doto drew some interest.
Lucy, the Land Rover formerly known as Puff has a long and well documented history. Although officially and legally she is a 1971 Series IIa she was rebuilt in 1999 by Dennis Wilson. When I started my own research into her history I started with the logo on the doors. We have received a lot of attention from this, and a quick google search of it brought up Dennis’s African Edventure from Cape Town to London and his (no offline but archived) overland blog. I was then reading a blog about overland preparation and solar panels and recognised one of the photos as one of our landy, linked to Murray Earle’s overland blog, a journey from Edinburgh to South Africa. At this point my search appeared to dry up. Looking through the log book that came in the landy I found the South African ownership document of Rob Symmington, with a passport photo of him taped to it. Rob was fairly easy to track down, he runs a company called Escape the City and he mentions his overland trip on his website. On twitter he told me that he drove it from Cape Town to Nairobi in 2006 and he continued to own it until 2012. In the folder there is an affidavit of Rob’s suggesting that he leant it to James Rutland, who, though did not own it, drove it from Kenya to Cape Town. We bought Lucy/Puff from Or Shlomi and Clare Kucek who owned it March to May 2013 while they travelled to Namibia and Swaziland.
In May, through a Gumtree advert, Lucy/Puff was transferred to me and Joss, ready for our time in South Africa. Although we haven’t taken her on such epic journeys, she has taken us to Kruger many times, been our removal lorry when we started living near Hoedspruit, taken us to rural clinic and the district hospital for Joss to be able to do her medical research, and give me many hours of learning how cars actually work!
There is a gap in the history, between Rob, and Clare and Or. I have a document in the name of GJ Speechly in Cape Town. Maybe Rob or Clare can help us with these missing years.
I feel privileged not only to be driving a brilliant piece of engineering and and icon, but also one that has such a well driving heritage that inspires to journey and surely delivers. For now we have a few months left here and we don’t want to let go of her.
World rhino day, events are happening up and down the country. In Hoedspruit we are missing Rocking for Rhinos, a weekend festival of rock music easing awareness and money for the plight of rhinos, particularly in the area. In Cape Town J ran in one of the Rhino Run events, a 12km trail race in Constantia, we only found out about it when it was too late to enter, though I’m not sure who we would have faired having only done a little bit of running at WRF recently. After she had completed the run we met up with her and her running friends at Jonkershuis.
We’d been to Jonkershuis in Groot Constantia only the day before when we met up with S&D, childhood friends of my dad, who now live in Cape Town. It was great to meet them, S brought a tiny baby’s outfit that had been beautifully knitted by my grand mother when their daughter was born, she was clearly a very creative and talented lady.
When we met J in Jonkershuis we sat at exactly the same table as we had the day before, though on Sunday the weather was a lot better with the sun shining and the outside tables all full. After a delicious French toast with bacon and syrup we left to go to another wine farm nearby, Constantia Glen, half way between Groot Constantia and where we are staying. Sitting in the sun we drank wine, enjoying the view, the company and the wine, trying 6 of their wines. Stories were shared of life in the Cape and South Africa. After some sobering water J took Joss & I along Chapman’s Peak Drive, a breathtaking drive along the seafront, sheer high cliffs on one side and high drops to the water on the other, views across Hout Bay at one point and over the next bay.
At one point the road has been cut into he rock in a sort of tunnel, with one side open to the sea, along it there is water falling onto the road, like a water fall in the middle of the road. It was only when we got to it that we remembered that the car we had hired was a Fiat 500c, c for cabriolet, and due to the brilliant weather we duly had the roof down. At this moment we had no choice but to swerve erratically to avoid a mid day shower in the car, narrowly avoiding the deluge and watched on by other drivers who clearly saw the situation about to happen.
After a fresh spring late lunch of roast chicken with avocado salad on J’s balcony with the most amazing view overlooking Cape Town and the entire bay, J convinced us it would be a great idea to climb lions head, of side hills of Table Mountain. Initially the path starts wide and gradual upward gradient, but the path soon narrows and gets more precarious looking with drops down the side. At one point the path stops at a set of rungs in the cliff face to enable you to get up to the next part of the path. The route, in general, was fairly easy and straight forward, and clearly it was a very popular thing to do as the number if people moving up and down this little mountain was incredible. After a few final cliff face ascents we were rewarded with magnificent views over Cape Town and Table Mountain. Had we wanted to, I’m also sure it would have been an amazing place to watch the sunset as there were many people sitting around the top plateau of the Lions Head waiting, looking West out over the sea. We however were on a mission to complete the ascent and descent within two hours. J had told us that the previous week she and her friends did it in one hour! I’ve since read that Cape-Tonians often use it as an after work exercise routine, climbing Lions Head. It was, however, a memorable way to end World Rhino Day.
Rain. Rain and wind as bad as in the UK. Persistent, consistent, insistent rain. From before we landed at Cape Town International we new the weather was going to be bad, we only saw the runway moments before we touched down onto it and the cloud we were descending through was thick and dense.
From previous experience it is always worth prebooking a hire car at Cape Town airport, this time we’d reserved a Fiat 500, a great little car for the city. Getting into this tiny little car we immediately felt guilty, this guilt escalating every time we accelerated, went up a hill, round a bend, basically did anything, oh the joys of a decent power to weight, power steering, and responsive control. I’m sure I’ll continue with this letter of love affair with a small little new model in a later post.
That evening we were invited to see Johnny Clegg. I’d never heard of him. Everyone we mentioned this to showed joy and wonder that a) he was performing and b) that we were going to see him. He’s been playing for 32 years now and has a sound like no others. He seamlessly merges western instruments melodies with sounds, rhythms and keys from Zulu and other African tribal music. As a anthropologist by training he has a keen eye and ear for the ways and feelings of the Zulu people, in fact he is sometimes known as the White Zulu. His concert at the Baxter Theatre was one of six he’s doing there, and from them he’s going to release a live and unplugged album in December.
Tummies full from a wonderful cooked breakfast from P, we set off on our marathon journey, a journey that Google maps said would take us 5 hours. But Google didn’t know that we were driving a fully loaded Land Rover with a maximum speed of 80 km/h at a push. We were advised by G to stop and fill up at every petrol station, not only because the main tank is relatively small (and possibly leaks) but also the concentration on driving it is draining.
Similar to our short journey to Centurion, we were receiving a lot of waves and flashes from other Land Rovers on the motorway, we started counting them, but soon lost count. At one petrol stop we were waiting to fill the tank when this gentleman came to ask if he could take a photo of the side of our landy. The two doors have a logo, the African continent made up of the heads of an elephant, a lion, a giraffe and a rhino. So far I haven’t identified it. Any way Christo was a cliche Afrikaner, a round face with a grey beard, khaki camouflage shirt with his name embroidered on, shorts, just a little too short and tight, and boots and grey socks pulled up! When we got talking to to him it turns out he used to drive one of them in the army and was an instrument inspector, so he was fascinated with the dials we had on our “dash board”. He then kindly proceeded give us some advice on the battery, which oil to use and how we should keep it running smoothly to keep it going. After our Wimpy burger we carried on on the road.
A few hours later we entered the Abel Erasmus pass. This is a road that passes through the Drakensberg mountains, up and up and down and up and down, with climbs almost to the hight of Joburg and lows almost to sea level this is a road that is not easy in the best of cars, but in our loaded, low powered landy, took what felt like hours of yellow lane driving. It did however provide stunning views. With the promise to return in more relaxed setting to see the Blyde River Canyon and God’s Window, we pushed on.
Ten hours it took. Ten hours and we arrived at Wits Rural Facility (WRF) on the Orpen Road, tired but glad to have made it. At the main gate we were directed to the reception where T would meet us. He gave us the key and directed us to our house, Sicklebush. The road to the reception made us glad to have a 4×4. WRF is a former game reserve with sand roads, river crossings, and the kind of terrain the land rover was designed for.
Arriving at our house in the dark, with no one else around, we found it was completely empty, no chairs, no tables, no fridge, no curtains, nothing except two beds. We knew it was going to be sparsely furnished but this was even less than we expected, so the next day having unpacked the car we headed to the Kruger National Park for our 4 day holiday, and an anniversary relaxation, and to escape the sparseness of the house.
Kruger is a massive area that is thoroughly protected in order to create a natural habitat for a huge range of animals, birds and other wildlife. Not only can you see the Big Five here but also a whole host of other bird and animals only seen in zoos in the UK. We entered the park at Orpen Gate, 40km from our house and sped on towards Mopani rest camp. This is a 5 hour journey if travelling at the speed limit of 50km/hour, but when you pass amazing sights of elephant, giraffe, zebra etc etc it’s hard to travel that fast, additionally there are often police hiding with speed cameras who will be only too happy to dish out a fine. We, however, did make it, and in time, as we were staying at the Tsendze Rustic Camp site near by. It’s called rustic because there is no electricity and each camp spot is a small plot of bare ground with a braii stand, surrounded by wild looking woodland. We had chosen to stay here as it was cheap and we were told that it was possible to sleep in the landy. It was possible, with an ingenious fold out bed with a couple of foam mattresses it was surprisingly comfortable and curtains all round it was like being in a tent, except it was a metal Land Rover. For the first few hours of the night the landy kept the heat, but gradually it cooled right down forcing us into our new four season sleeping bags.
The next night we were booked into a rondavel in Mopani camp, so we didn’t need to travel far that day. We chose a route to look for animals and weren’t disappointed. The route we had chosen took us right up to the Mozambique border, in fact one get out point along the way could possibly be literally on the border. The animal highlights along the way were a family of giraffe. We were sat looking at them, turning the engine off, taking some photos, restarting the engine moving forward as the giraffe did and repeating. This was all well and good until we wanted to move off to leave the giraffe alone and Lucy just would not start, tuck tuck tuck… A few minutes later again, tuck tuck tuck. Nothing. Then miraculously another car was behind us. On that road we had seen no one else for hours. The driver said to us “Is it true?” “What, the amazing sight of giraffe or the fact that our land rover won’t start?” He kindly offered to jump start our engine which worked perfectly and we were off.
At the next rest camp, Shingwedzi, we filled up with petrol, but as we tried to leave tuck tuck tuck.. One of two stickers on the Landy amusingly says PUSH, which is exactly what we had to do to kick it back into life.
One of the more moving sights on the road from Shingwedzi back to Mopani was of a group of three young elephants playing in the river. Initially when we saw them one of them was almost completely submerged with only the very top of it’s back showing above the water. It looked to us as if it was stuck under in water that was too deep to stand in. We’ve seen video footage of elephants trying to cross a river and the little ones having to be rescued by their mother, but here there was no large elephant and the other two didn’t appear agitated by their sinking friend. Eventually after almost a whole minute his trunk appeared above the water as a snorkel and splashed the other one in a playful manner. The other one then followed suit and they were having a splash fight in the river. We could finally breather again.
After a solid nights sleep at Mopani we found a couple of short routes to make that day’s game viewing relaxed. Just as the sun was settings, coming towards what photographers call the golden hour when the light makes photos look amazing, we were driving along a sand road when we noticed this strange wall of dust across the road. Then suddenly the largest herd of elephants we have I have ever seen started to cross. Ahead of us, with the golden African sun setting behind them, the elephants were kicking up the dust on the road creating the most magical and wonderful spectacle of elephant movement.
That night was spent in the Shipendane sleep over hide. By day a normal game viewing hide overlooking a crocodile and hippo infested river, by night a wooden hut overlooking a crocodile and hippo infested river. We arrived there just before the sun went down to cook our dinner in the boma whilst listening to the bush come alive with all sorts of noises, hippos grunting, the constant and persistent creaking and squeaking of insects, the occasional roar of a lion and the frankly terrifying buzz of Africa’s biggest killer, the mosquito! The change of getting a wink of sleep that night was improved by the presence of a mosquito net over the fold down beds. In reflection we would stay in the hide again, but with a group and with some decent powerful torches so that we might be able to see what was making that terrifying noise outside and truly enjoy the bush by night.
We have arrived. We’ve done Joburg, had a holiday, bought a bed and fridge and now the year begins.
We left London Heathrow on August 20th on a 7pm flight and after two films (We Bought a Zoo and Iron Man 3, you can guess which one Joss watched…) and a bit of sleep we landed an hour early in sunny Johannesburg. Having driven to Heathrow in a Freelander with Joss’s parents and had all our bags squeezed in with little space to spare, we were a little worried about the small car we’d hired. Luckily it turned out to be a Hyundai i10 which, having 5 doors, easily fitted everything in, all 5 large duffel bags, two laptop bags and two hand luggage bags!
After dumping our bags at our base in Joburg and a quick hello to our amazing hosts (C & P you are legends and amazing) we went to see Lucy the Land Rover. Lucy the Land Rover was bought 3 months prior to this on Gumtree. We took a punt on this car. We knew we wanted a 4×4 vehicle but looking around they were all way out of our budget range, even at a stretch. Then one day Joss was on the train on the way back from a conference and found Lucy. She was being sold by a couple from England who had done a bit of over-landing in her while they were in southern Africa for three months. We bought it on the condition that it drove into my cousin’s Equestrian estate. K kindly let us keep it at Canterbrooke for the three months until we arrived. And when we did we found a beautiful Series 2a Land Rover.
The only problem was it didn’t start
We knew the estate manager had only recently fully charged the battery, but it still wouldn’t start. After half an hour trying to workout whether it was petrol or diesel (a crucial decision) we put diesel in. Whoops. After calling K’s trusty mechanic, G, he kindly agreed to come and have a look at the landy the next morning. The next morning G was at Canterbrooke before we got there and had already siphoned the diesel out of the rear tank and replaced it with petrol and with a bit of tinkering he got it started. Having worked for a company in the automotive trade for nearly 5 years I still don’t really know how cars work (sorry guys), so to me what he did was magic! K had warned us that we would need to get 4 new tyres before we started and G offered us a good price for tyres and also said he would give it a quick check over. I had the task of driving this car, a style and weight I have never driven beforehand no power steering, only 4 gears, a hand break that doesn’t stay locked and brakes that pull heavily to the right. I feel I took the drive from BlueHills to Centurion in my stride, the best bit were the waves we received, one from a driver of a brand new defender as he sped past at twice my speed and the other from a guy sitting in the back of a backie; the worst point was trying to do a hill start in this car with poor breaks and unfamiliar clutch and gas pedals. We left the landy in G’s capable hands to carry on with our preparations for moving into an unfurnished house in the middle of the African bush in the middle of nowhere.
Lunch with B and U confirmed for us again that, although our parents are thousands of miles away, we have people looking out for us here.
The rest of our time in Joburg, until Lucy was ready, was spent seeing friends and family, always revolving around food in huge quantities and stocking up on things for the house.
I will continue with this in my next post, starting with our journey up north to Hoedspruit.
It’s finally here, the end of our time in Oxford, at least this time round. In a few days we’ll
be packing up our house, putting it in storage and starting our Life on the Orpen Road.
Packing the house always takes longer than planned, the nostalgia and memories of everything going into the boxes, the discovery of items lost, and the realisation that this move is really (and finally) happening. And moving comes with the leaving a city I’ve called home for nearly five years, a city I didn’t know before and a city I will miss.
Oxford may feel like it hasn’t changed in decades, and parts of the Uni haven’t, but a short walk around will show the perpetual building and renovation. The new Radcliffe Observatory Quarter has both renovated the old Radcliffe infirmary building to what I’m sure is better than its former glory, and along side it new building have sprung up, the new maths institute and the new Jericho health centre, these have both transformed the area. When we moved into Jericho they had demolished the old unwanted hospital buildings, leaving unsightly building screens, these have come down revealing, maybe not a butterfly but certainly well designed modern buildings.
One of the many joys and jewels of Oxford are the parks, most notably for me are the Uni Parks and Port Meadow. The Uni Parks are frequented by runners, dog walkers and anyone wanting a place to escape, we’ve even played tennis on the grass courts. Port Meadow is a wonderful and natural water meadow, frequented by runners, dog walkers and animals. Many a visit is dominated by avoiding the cows, Shetland ponies, geese and all their … They are real highlights.
In Jericho we are spoilt, spoilt for convenience of great food. At one end of the road we have Gluttons, Oxford equivalent of Partridges, providing us with the best sausage rolls and wonderful mature sour-dough. At the other is East West Provisions topping up our milk supply. But it’s not just shops but also great places to eat, we seem to be regulars at Manos, our favourite Greek café serving up a standard moussaka and salad, and also our local pub, the Rickety Press, Arkell’s gastropub serving the Rickety Burger, and occasionally Sandy Lane Lamb pie, both exceptional meals. A slightly further walk from home (5 minutes, as opposed to 2) is the famous Oxford institution, G&D’s, selling real ice cream with the most original, and true flavours, the coffee tastes like black coffee.
With our packing done and our life in an 8×10 container, we were left to clean our rental house, and unable to cook anything we revisited some of our favourite places to eat and some we’d been meaning to go to for three years. The highlights of this included the Big Bang Restaurant, an Oxford establishment, sourcing all their ingredients within 20 miles of the restaurant and serving only sausages with mash and gravy. The restaurant used to be in Jericho until a couple of years ago it was forced to close due to the building it was in being completely changed by its college owner, taking with it three other independent shops and restaurants. Anyway, we missed it in that location, but a few months ago it reopened in the Oxford Castle area, in an old Carluccios restaurant shell, and with only a few changed to the decoration it’s now selling excellent English sausages. Another recent discovery was OxFork. This originally started as a popup restaurant, but now has a fixed location, serving local, wholesome brunch all day, quirky and local would be my review of it. And for our final night in Oxford we returned to the “little sister” of the Rickety Press in Cowley, the Rusty Bicycle. Serving much of the same as the Rickety Press’s standard pub meals, but at four or five pounds cheaper, it has a more locals pub feel, and a less pretentious atmosphere. The burgers are juicy and delicious, and even the vegetarian burger of mushroom, pesto, haloumi cheese and courgette is memorable. But the true highlight of this highlight was their pudding selection, specifically the ice cream. With nine flavours to chose from, we tried 5 of them, and whittling this down to our favourite two we were left with ginger ice cream (better than any G&D’s ice cream we’d ever had) and blood orange sorbet, a flavour not often seen but I think one of the greatest sorbets.
Oxford has many places to eat, many of our favourites are slightly away from the tourist routes through the city but in our opinion, some of these establishments are worth being the main reason for visiting what is already a very worthwhile city to visit and live in.