Back home to Knysna

 Michael - Thursday

Over the past two days I drove the 800 miles back from Johannesburg to Knysna. Although I was leaving behind the African bush and many friends, it's good to be back home. Now Stan and I are doing the final edits for the new book - no rush as long as it's by the end of the month i.e. Sunday!

So here is a previous blog about the trip home - the incomparable Meiringspoort. 

Driving through the Meiringspoort pass on the way down to Knysna, my friend from the US commented: ‘Wow. This is world class. How come people don’t know about it?’ It’s a good question. It’s one of the most spectacular drives in South Africa. Perhaps its disadvantage is that it isn’t close to one of the tourist magnets like Cape Town or the spectacular wildlife regions of the north east. It takes one through steep gorges with colorful folds and patterns for a distance of about ten miles. It’s regarded as one of the best accessible view of folded mountains in the world.

Old road in the foreground

Petrus Johannes Meiring

It has an interesting history too. The Swartberg (Black Mountains) form a second line of the defense of the arid Karoo interior of the country from the coast. The first line is the Outeniqua Mountains. Both are the result of the massive stress and folding that resulted from the lifting of the eastern side of the country. The Swartberg formed an almost impassable barrier between the Little Karoo and the Great Karoo—the former being a less harsh area with good soil (especially for South Africa’s Cape Vintage, the local port wine equivalent), sandwiched between the two mountain barriers. Of course, the San people knew these mountains intimately and have wonderful caves with rock art all through the Swartberg, but the first settler to explore a possible mountain pass there was Petrus Johannes Meiring in the early eighteen hundreds. He decided to follow the course of the Groot Rivier and found his way through. Later, he constructed a rough bridle path that allowed the more adventurous travelers to make their way through the mountains. Eventually, it became known as Meiringspoort. (Poort means a gateway.)

Crossing one of Bain's drifts

In 1856, Thomas Bain, one of the great engineers of the day, set about building a road through the poort. The general feeling was that the ₤5,000 budgeted for the project would be hopelessly inadequate. But, in fact, the overrun was only ₤18. (Why don’t I know builders and engineers like that?) A toll house was constructed (perhaps to repay that ₤18) with a small shop. The plan was to connect the large sheep farms of the hinterland with the port of Mossel Bay for export. It worked. Twenty years later, an eighth of all the South African wool exported made its way through the pass.

But it certainly wasn’t all plain sailing. The good thing about following the Groot Rivier is that it’s cut a reasonably passable gorge through the folded sandstone of the mountains. But the road crosses the river some twenty times. The bad thing about following a river is that when it floods, it washes away the road! That’s happened multiple times—the last time was in 1996, but even today the road becomes impassable if the water level is too high.

Waterfall

Meiringspoort seems to be almost supernatural in its structure and colors, so I suppose it’s not too surprising that it developed legends of ghosts and other strange happenings. There was a period when the focus was the mermaid who apparently lived in a deep pool at the foot of the waterfall. The legend goes that she needs to be treated with respect and offered gifts lest she become angry and destroy the road and the travelers on it with flooding. This she has done multiple times. After the huge flood of the late nineties, the mermaid was supposedly washed out to sea where a fisherman caught her near Mossel Bay. Much excitement ensued, and eventually she was returned to the pool in effigy—a doll with a fish tail. A good time was had by all.