As we reached the campsite in Bredasdorp, I realised that embarking
on a long bicycle ride without proper training was foolish. However, it
was too late for second thoughts, as I had already sold all my
belongings and had nothing to return to except for the two residential
properties that were let. Finally, with a sore backside, I pitched the
tent and turned in early.
Bredasdorp - Swellendam – 76 km
The stretch of road between Bredasdorp and Swellendam was
surprisingly hilly, and I was taken aback by the undulating hills that
seemed to go on forever. The dirt road wound through vast
farmlands, dotted with curious-looking sheep that watched us intently
as we passed. The sweltering weather added to our challenges,
leaving us, as two inexperienced travellers, in quite a predicament.
That's when Ernest, my travel companion, jumped over a fence and
filled our bottles from a nearby sheep trough. It was no surprise to
encounter sheep in the Bredasdorp area, as the town was founded on
a farm in 1838, marking the start of merino sheep farming in the
region. Even today, sheep farming remains a cornerstone of the
area's agricultural activities.
Finally, we arrived at the picturesque town of Swellendam, the third-
oldest European settlement in South Africa. Exhausted and drained, I
collapsed at a corner store. The day proved to be far more
challenging than anticipated. But after quenching our thirst with cold
Coke and replenishing our water reserves, we were back on track,
heading towards the campsite.