As the evening sun pierces the horizon like golden daggers our minds are consumed by the heard of elephants we saw earlier. With throttles pinned and hearts at full swell we tick off the last miles for the day.

50 miles of twisty gravel leads us down to the mysterious valley named “Die Hel” or “The Hell” in English. Here we meet the weird and wonderful proprietors of this desolate and eerie valley. Wi-Fi and emails become a distant memory as we delve deeper into the magical trails of the Gamkaskloof…