May the horse be with you A new hike allows the not-so-fit to ride alongside those on foot into the depths of the Baviaanskloof. We were the first to test it out, and found that there’s a magic that happens when you explore this wilderness from a saddle

WORDS BY KATI AULD PHOTOGRAPHS BY TEAGAN CUNNIFFE

The route of the Baviaans Camino runs through four biomes, and the weather can change as quickly as the surroundings do. OPPOSITE You can lead a horse to water. If you’re Teagan, the photographer, you might even get it to swim.

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Table Mountain and still have another 11 kilometres to go. It’s the steepest climb of the trip – the steepest of most trips, I think – and they’re needing to dig deep. We finally crest over the clenched fist of It is a rude the Baviaanskloof, and on the other side is a steeper challenge: loose scree, tumbling impossibly downwards like a paused awakening, on avalanche. The horses seem to be shod with rubber, and they pick their way through the shifting path with deliberation the first day of the and confidence. It seems impossible. But these horses are extraordinary. That’s not according to me, by the way. Baviaans Camino, That’s according to Lynda, an avid horsewoman who spent a month riding a thousand kilometres across Namibia. to realise that I’ve (She is the sort of rider who brought her own saddle on this trip.) The thing about this kind of terrain, been very wrong especially when you’re working with novices, is that you need horses who know what they’re doing. Wieda is a boerperd for a long time. with the face of an angel and the heart of a saint, and at this point I am really just A sweet breeze is singing in the fynbos as I fumble for a naartjie trusting her judgement rather than trying in my saddlebag, still cool from the morning. Wieda, the beautiful to ride. She’s taking this as a suggestion to strawberry roan I’d been introduced to a few hours ago, is crunching snack whenever possible, so I figure we’re up a hill like she had been born to do it. We’ve already climbed already two peas in a pod. over a thousand metres in elevation this morning, and have many We see no shade until we reach the kilometres of mountain pass ahead of us, but Wieda doesn’t Doringkloof valley and thorn trees close seem concerned, so neither am I. I start peeling my naartjie. up above us. Everything is silent except Part of the joy of hiking is triumph over adversity. It’s hard for the horses’ hooves crunching over the sometimes, and necessarily so; when your knees are wobbling, and bright white pebbles of a dry riverbed. your lungs are imploding, and you’re too focused on putting one We’ve been in the saddle for over seven foot in front of the other to worry about that metallic taste in your hours. But nobody mentions how their mouth. You somehow manage to keep going, and you finally reach body aches as we watch the dust hanging that ridge, or peak, or waterfall, and suddenly … bliss. Your struggle sublime in the air, brilliant as a sun flare. meant something, in a very literal sense; it was your pain that The experience might be bliss, but it brought you here. For a person who loves hiking but is perennially certainly isn’t luxury. You’re the one unfit, the epiphany of conquering your own body is one of the most untacking your horse, taking it to water, addictive things about hiking – and it makes the beer afterwards washing it down, feeding it dinner – before taste that much sweeter. you’ve taken off your shoes. If you don’t But, nibbling a naartjie on horseback, I have to admit that there know your way around a saddle, you’re might be other ways of doing things. going to have to learn sharpish. It’s a bit The Baviaans Camino is a new five-day trail in which both horse like sailing, with all those fiddly knots; and riders and hikers take on some of the most inhospitable terrain in a bit like motorbikes, but instead of gears . There are 12 of us on this, the inaugural journey; five on horses, seven on foot. Most people fall silent at the mention of OPPOSITE, CLOCKWISE FROM the Baviaanskloof. It seems to have a similar mythology to the open TOP LEFT Hercules van Huyssteen spaces of Namibia, where people, after struggling for words, fall (who breeds and trains the back on ‘It’s very … big.’ This eloquent description tends to be based horses) on Diamant with Eric on the R332, a winding dirt road that runs from to and Esti Stewart; the farmhouse . But if you’re not restricted by four wheels, you can take at Ragelsrivier; this particular a route that runs perpendicular to that, taking you directly over bush seemed so delicious it was nicknamed ‘horse chocolate’; other the spine of the Baviaanskloof into much wilder territory. creatures are scarce in these ‘Wilted’ is perhaps the kindest adjective for how the hikers mountains but you’ll encounter are doing today; after all, they’ve climbed the equivalent of sheep from time to time.

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banditos, slouching through the blackened fynbos, faces obscured by buffs. Avoiding man and law. It’s while we’re sitting here, trying desperately to avoid the smell of a dead sheep nearby, that Wieda rubs her head against me and I get it – that intoxicating horse magic. A car that is somehow also a pet, a motorbike that has a personality? The witchery of a soft nose, warm skin, the smell of old leather and clinking metal. I get it all. We saddle up and carry on, carving our way through the mountain until the trail topples over a steep rim and we see the lush folds of the Tsitsikamma rise over to You’ll get to camp alongside this and levers there are eternal numbers of straps and buckles. our left. It’s a 360-degree view, as if we’re river – once you get down there There is also the ridiculous lexicon, surely some sort of centuries- dancing above the mountains, and they old practical joke: words like snaffle, pommel, numnah. curl like surf as far as the eye can see. But the most important thing about mucking around with horses After another hill – and another – we is actually getting to know horses; the simple, old-fashioned process turn off the path and ride in between the of making friends with another creature. Unlike the dead-eyed mountain’s knuckles, dovetailed with a drones you’ll find doing the rounds along seasides or at children’s lush green seam running along the bottom. parties, these horses have quirks and personalities. And watching We pitch our tents in paradise valley, these silly, wise, beautiful animals throw themselves at the sweet happy and plump with accomplishment. grass as if it’s an all-you-can-eat sushi buffet is charming. We wake with the birds the next day. The next day we wake to an excessive farm breakfast: mieliepap A mist has come down, and as we ride into and oats, bacon and eggs, roosterkoek, mushrooms and baked beans, the next valley it’s like descending into in vats large enough to drown a donkey. We brush the horses until a bowl of milk. Pelargoniums burn through they glimmer, saddle up and get back the haze, impossibly bright on the road. A fire swept through and beaded with dew. After this area about a month ago, so the ‘A mist has her heroic turn the day mountains stretching ahead of us before, Wieda’s front leg is are hard and blackened, like a burnt come down, bothering her, so I dismount crème brûlée. and we walk together. The The second day is a tough one. and it’s like hikers admit us into their Hercules, the head horseman, tells us ranks without any gloating, that it involves three hills – and at this descending and it’s surprisingly point we can only see the first of them. refreshing to change gears We are heading into the Kouga into a bowl into the familiarity of mountains. The hikers are sore – hiking, one foot crunching everyone’s sore – and chatter is at of milk’ after the other. I’m still a minimum as we climb slowly up getting a horse’s-eye view of ABOVE, FROM LEFT the face of the first hill. Org, one of the the trail, though. She notices In the wilderness, ‘technical issues’ hikers, says: ‘By the time we arrive, we’ll things I wouldn’t – the sweet and delicious must be solved know every rock by its name.’ There’s a bracing wind, whistling flowers of a leucospermum bush, a gnarled the traditional way; up the slope even though there’s nothing for it to blow through. tree trunk, the wind in the fynbos. sunrise moerkoffie We stop for lunch when the sun is blazing directly overhead, We come down into a valley of towering is an essential part and take the bridles and saddles off the horses, leaving them yellowwoods and eat cold boerie rolls, of the experience. dozing under a tree. The morning’s roosterkoek has been double- a light rain misting the horses, making OPPOSITE On day four, a first glimpse baked in the saddlebag, and it’s tough as I tear it into pieces everything opaque. After a long day’s of the Kouga River. with my dusty, horsey fingers. It’s hard not to think of us as riding the trail crosses a sparkling stream

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Baviaanskloof mountains R332 Plan your trip GETTING THERE Kouga mountains Doringkloof (DAY 1) Hikers and riders meet in Entkraal Steytlerville the night before. (DAY 2) is the closest R331 airport, about a 90 minutes’ drive (flights from R1 520). Ragelsrivier Patensie Farm (DAY 3) Kouga River To Port Elizabeth NEED TO KNOW Kouga If you’re an experienced hiker, Campsite it’s certainly worth doing this (DAY 4) camino on foot. The horse- riding option opens up this wilderness to beginners, allowing families and groups ABOVE The support after four days in the saddle, there’s no way of differing fitness to do it vehicle has a satellite I’m staying behind. We come whooping up together. Don’t worry about phone in case the hill like outlaws, and I catch a glimpse of emergency. jodhpurs and boots; thick of Teagan, our photographer: reins in one LEFT There’s a lovely jeans and good tackies are hand, the other improbably cradling bond that develops fine. You’ll be wearing a between horse a camera, her eyes ablaze. helmet instead of a sunhat, and rider. And just like that, as if we’ve exceeded though, so make sure you’ve the day’s quota of lawlessness and are got enough sunblock. There’s and we see the farmhouse at Ragelsrivier, cupped in the palm about to blow our cover, we climb out little signal on the route but of the mountains. We ride through a herd of curious cows, bright of the kloof and into rolling farmlands. there is a satellite phone in as burnished copper. It’s hard not to feel the tug of the alternate It’s not far to go. case of emergency. universe, where this is what you do every day. When we take our last turn down and As we huddle around the campfire that night, everyone is see the Kouga River snaking deep and WHEN TO GO hurting. Feet, backs, bums: the pain seems to crack people open dark along the seam of the mountain, it’s The Baviaans Camino happens a little. There’s something more gentle, more intimate about the the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. only in the cooler months, stories tonight. Elmien, a teacher from a nearby farm school, We’ll be sleeping alongside it tonight. We from March to September. makes us dinner. She tells us about untack and take the horses to The next one is on 3 March. her classes, what it’s like to explain the water; with some chiding, hot-air balloons to children who ‘It’s hard not a few are persuaded to swim. WHAT TO BRING don’t have electricity. Then they roll in the sand You’ll be camping for at least On the last day, it’s time to to feel the tug on the bank like puppies, two of the four nights. Bring conquer the Moordenaarskloof – delighted to be free of the sweat your own hiking gear, sleeping murderer’s valley. As with any of the alternate and effort of the last few days. bag and pillow, as well as place with such an intriguing We have an hour or two alcohol if you’d like it. Tents, moniker, there are several robust universe, to wait until the hikers arrive. mattresses and everything theories as to how it earned its Teagan and I doze on the else is provided, including name, each as probable as the last. toasty sand, hidden by the where this is drinking water and all your It’s a long, smooth, steady climb. rushes, listening to the birds meals. Fully catered for four I’m riding a Scottish Highlander overhead. Someone suggests what you do nights and five days, it costs pony today, with a face that another ride and our ears R7 200 pp for hikers plus matches her adorable name – prick up. We’ve already every day’ an extra R1 500 pp for riders. Custard. Wieda waits behind us. arrived at our campsite and baviaanscamino.com She will be transported to our next there’s nowhere left to go. spot in a horse trailer, but she doesn’t know that yet, so she We saddle up regardless, and as the horses * Prices correct at time of going to print whickers anxiously for her friends. break into a canter and we lean deeper into One thing I know from previous trails I’ve done is that there’s our saddles, we’re thinking of nothing but usually a moment when the actual riders break away from us ham- the sunset splitting across the plateau, and Diamant and Custard, free of their fisted pretenders and canter ahead. I’ve always hung back but today, the wind in our faces. saddles and very excited about it.

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