My apologies for the long hiatus in the blog of the epic trail of Ken, Linda, Gordon and Judy. I have been away training San (bushman) youngsters aspiring to become guides. Yes – the irony of a white man of Eastern European ancestry training bushmen how to track animals is not lost on me. This is simply another indictment on our species . . . but the story of the training is material for a separate posting. So, back to the epic walk. You will recall that everyone had been spelling very badly in semaphores and we captured some fine portraits. Then Kili found the cutest little baby Angulate Tortoise.
After that it was time to tackle the most spectacular descent imaginable. As we started, a light mist, formed from moist air rising off False Bay, was lifted up the knife-edge and condensed.
But then the mist cleared, revealing unbelievably beautiful scenery.
In the distance our final destination was visible . . . but that is a story for our next posting.