Day 1

Rise and shine 2:30 AM for the bus ride out to Katberg resort and golf club. The bus trip took longer than expected and the race start was postponed an hour to 9:00 AM. We gathered under the starting banner, with the helicopter overhead and a few words from Hano we were off. As usual there were a few rabbits at the front of the field, but most of us jogged along at a steady pace. We took a conservative approach and decided to stay on the road as long as possible before heading up the hill. We smiled smugly to ourselves as we saw other teams tackle the nearly sheer sides of the hill. Our smiles turned to frowns, then gradually to tears as we headed off the road and into impenetrable African Scrub Think of the thickest Australian bush you can think of then add thorns, spikes. This was our first encounter with African bunder bashing, and we were quick to learn that it is to be avoided. By the time we covered the next 500m we had lost nearly 40 minutes on the front runners.
Our next lesson was in getting directions from the locals. A local lad confidently gave us the direction in which all the other teams had gone. We failed to communicate that we were actually looking for a checkpoint, after following his directions for 30 15 minutes, we eventually realized we had to back track to get the CP. Not a great first leg.
Onto the MTB’s and heading for Seymour dam for a paddle rogaine, collected a few CP’s on the way, and probably made up some places. The paddle rogaine was another lesson. On top of the hill, can mean anywhere along the summit ridge line (thanks to the local teams who helped us out here). Back on the MTB’s we heading off into the sunset. As darkness fell we passed several more teams and heading up towards Hogsback. The climb was steep and long and rocky, and while the others pushed granny gear, I pushed my bike. Over the top we picked up speed and flew itno TA. A quick transition and we headed off on the first trek. A 70 km monster through the Amatole Mountains.
The first CP proved elusive and many teams, us included, found ourselves at the top of the waterfall instead of the bottom. Although only 20 meters away it was 300m straight down. 30 minutes later we had rectified our mistake and re-climbed the steep 300m back to where we had been when we discovered our mistake. Although we were trekking strongly, we were impressed by the all girl Russian team, who during this section trekked away from us. We would cross paths several more times before the end of the race. We also built a rapport with South African Team Pepto Pro. Their navigator Donovan had helped us with getting our Torq gear into South Africa and we had slept at his parents’ house when they arrived in East London. Following the walking trail while others cut across country we ended up at Mnyemi hut at around 3:00 AM. We decided to bed down for three hours sleep before heading off at first light.