a roadtrip: episode 2

behind us the high speed gully which Elite riders race through with 70km/h

So we arrived in Pietermaritzburg for the Masters World Championships downhill race. Being held in South Africa made it a once in a lifetime opportunity. After watching a few Downhill World Cup races on TV over the years, we never thought that we would actually be at a race. And definitely not to participate! But thanks to Paul and his constant nagging , we eventually did sign up and here we were feeling a bit out of our depths.

a roadtrip: episode 1

yes please

How did this all begin?
It all began months ago, with the idea of a race, which seemed meaningless. But as time passed, everything seemed to make more sense: a roadtrip across the country to PMB, followed by a holiday in Durban sounded like a great idea.

the race machine

ESP Photography

"30 seconds to go..."
…the last words that I hear.

Winter in the Hoek

Winter, believe it or not!

cape peninsula extravaganza

Autumn has long passed and it is mid winter now. Waiting for the storms and the cold to still come I am enjoying hiking a lot these days in the beautiful Cape.
Some impressions of two hikes I did around Kalk Bay a few months ago.

just beautiful

day trippin in wine country

Paul boosting, despite cheese grating his arm in the rock garden earlier in the day.

Autumn has settled in in the Cape, bringing with it some of the best riding conditions of the year. Tacky dirt and powder blue skies. What started off as a chilled Saturday morning ride turned into 4hrs of burning down trails, sending it and then hiking back up for some more. The weather was perfect and everyone was throwing it down, as the craziness unfolded.

the first stepdown at the top of the track gets everything going. after that instinct kicks in.

ooster booster

what can be better than to wake up to a beautiful sunrise in front of a surf spot?

our home for tonight... 

We found ourselves in Stilbaai, a funny place with a beautiful beach and luckily a restaurant that is open after dark. Pretty much dead out of season, which suited us just fine: we had decided to camp in the small reserve at the point. Everyone had left after their sundowners and braais, we were completely alone to enjoy the peace and quiet and millions of starts. The local fishermen arrived with the sunrise to announce the first surf of the day.

watching the sunrise from our "tent"