|After a yummy lunch, I again had a bit of a boondoggle for 30 minutes or so getting out of Tulbagh, but I eventually found my way over the small mountains and out to the N7 highway - two lanes like most roads - and was on my way north. With my delays, I was about 2 hrs behind where I wanted to be, but I could get pretty well on before nightfall. I left the wine regions of the Western Cape and crossed into the Northern Cape Province.
The rich agriculture - vineyards and wheat fields were replaced by a harsh dry landscape that looked like it had been scorched with a blowtorch. There were random rocky outcroppings along the way (kopjes) that looked like they had bubbled through the earth millions of years ago.
The geology and mountains of the wine region hinted at it, but it was clear this was an OLD place. Like the US west and southwest, this place evoked timescales in tens and hundreds of thousands of years if not more.
And there is nothing out here. The road passes through towns and then there is just NOTHING for 100's of Kms until the next town.
I finally arrived in Springbok about 120 km from the Namibia border and decided to call it a day. I found a "campsite" out at a motel along the highway, but for 80 Rand ($10) it seemed a bit out there and under serviced to say the LEAST. I inquired about a room, but they were fairly pricey as well for a place with a rather lonely, bizarre feel to it. I headed into town to the Springbok Lodge. It was 120 Rand ($16) for a room with a double bed, a TV, private bath AND a restaurant attached - a MUCH better option than the Bates South Africa branch out by the highway. Savini on Rte 138 in Easton, MA could have learned a thing or two!