The thrill of Sani Pass
Aah, that adrenalin rush! That sense of adventure in exploring unchartered, gruelling terrains and then coming back to tell the tale. For many travelling to South Africa, and to me, it simply means the Sani Pass.
Once a rough mule trail, Sani Pass is now a notoriously dangerous mountain road to Lesotho via the Drakensberg Mountains which can only be traversed by a 4X4. Lying between the border controls of South Africa and Lesotho, the 8-kilometre-long gravel road through no-man’s land starts at 1,968 metres above sea level and ends near the summit at 2,873 metres. The journey is marked with steep ascents, hairpin bends appropriately named “suicide bend” and “big wind corner”, loose gravel, and beautiful views. Some walk this road. For the adventurous, the thrill is in the 4X4 drive.
The border between the two countries closes at 4 pm and is shut during bad weather. Just past the border post in Lesotho is the highest pub in the world serving three-odd items from its menu of two dozen. Their chicken burger is one of the best I have ever had. When there are a lot of customers, the pub runs out of food.
Today was windy, like crazy. Every time I got off the Land Rover, I felt I was going to be blown away into the deep desolate valleys and smashed into a zillion pieces, and had to hold on to branches and the basalt face of the mountain rock to stay intact. The loose dust from the gravel road created hazy mists as we drove higher and higher above the jagged gorges. It was splendid.
There are plans to tar the road. I hope they never do it. There can never be adventure in civilization. The thrill of Sani Pass is in the raw danger which it throws at those who dare venture it and the kick of being able to say in the end, “yes, I did it!”
For some fascinating details about the Sani Pass, read here.
KwaZulu-Natal’s Game Reserves
Though I would be travelling to Kruger later during my journey, somehow not visiting KwaZulu-Natal’s game reserves seemed close to sacrilege. So, this was what I explored. 🙂
First Stop: A boat cruise in the St. Lucia Estuary looking for hippos, crocodiles, and endemic bird-life. The estuary is part of the Greater St. Lucia Wetland Park, now renamed iSimangaliso [‘marvel’ in Zulu] Wetland Park. It is truly a marvel. South Africa’s first World Heritage Site (1999), the pristine park stretches over 200 kilometres of coastline and protects five individual, yet interdependent ecosystems. What is unique about the park, and fortunate for all sides of the equation, is its combination of natural habitats which boasts some of the largest variety of species and minimal human interference.
Second Stop: Hoping for close encounters with Rhinos and other members of the Big 5 in Hluhluwe-iMfolozi [pronounced shlushluwe-mfolozi], South Africa’s oldest game reserve. Established in 1895, the reserve embarked on Operation Rhino in the 1960s to save the White Rhino from extinction and succeeded in increasing its population in the country from a meager 500 to 6,000 (2009). Presently, it is focussing on saving the Black Rhino. One-fifth of the world’s black and white rhino population is in fact found in this reserve. Yes, I was lucky. I had lots of close encounters.
Third Stop: Learning about cheetahs, servals, African wild cats, and lynxes at the Emdoneni Wild Cat Sanctuary and Rehabilitation Centre. Did you know that once most wild cats get their kill and are busy eating they could not care two hoots about anything or anyone as long as it is not running/ scared [they can smell fear]/ and is not at their eye level. So, my valiant petting of the cheetahs and close up shots are courtesy of the game ranger’s insights rather than any heroic traits within me. 😀
Such a perfect ending to two beautiful days exploring the wild side of KwaZulu-Natal … I may travel the world, but those few moments looking into the silent eyes of a zebra, caressing the mane of a self-engrossed cheetah, marvelling at the matriarchal love of the elephant for her herd, and hungrily following the rhino’s path as it makes its way through the maze of thorn trees are simply priceless. Once you’ve been to Africa, the pulse of the wild, thereafter, somehow invariably beats in your own veins, forever.
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[Note: I travelled solo through South Africa—the Rainbow Nation also known as the World in One Country, and definitely THE most beautiful country in the world—for one month in September/ October 2010. This post, sixth in a 10-part series, was originally published on 26 September, 2010 in rama-arya.com, a blog I have since deleted.]