Day 4

Having arrived at the TA at 9:00 PM, we had an extra long sleep and were still on the road for the next trek at just after 2:00 AM. Lukie decided to avoid the plunging back into the river valley and climbing back out and instead kept to the high ground and the roads, although this did mean we bunder bashed for a couple of kilometers it was significantly less thant the more direct route. It also added several kilometers to our total trekking distance. But soon after sunrise as we reached the first CP (which was manned) we were informed we had made up several hours on those teams ahead of us. The rest of the morning and early afternoon had us slogging up and down hills in the hottest weather so far. At the top of one we were informed by Gerry, the landowner: "I know the country you've already covered and I know where your going, believe me, what you're doing would test the elite troops of any country". I didn't feel very elite, hot tired, dehydrated and foot sore, pretty much covered it. By the time we had descended back to the river, we had run out of water and most of our enthusiasm. We filled up our water bottles as far out into the muddy stream as we could and waited for the thirty minutes to pass before our purification tablets cleaned the water. Then it was more bunderbashing up a creek bed before we made it the bottom of the Jumaring section.








We waited for 15 minutes while the team ahead of us ascended the ropes then headed up behind them. I waited at the top of the first pitch for Del to come up not realising there were two more 50 meter pitches to go. The views of the valley were breathtaking but we didn't hand around to admire them for too long. Even though we were all novices at ascending ropes we took to it well and climbed quickly, Even the cold beer the marshalls had waiting for us at the top didn't distract us for too long. We set off quickly with confusing directions and stories of Russians mad with drink accosting teams along the way, to get the next
section of bunderbashing completed before dark. The African scub is thick and ALL of the vegetation has either prickles or thorns, it's not a place you want to be trying to find your way through with a head torch if it can be avoided.



Along the way we again teamed up with the same South African team, Extreme Outdoors, as we had the night before. This time it was their turn to aid us with local knowledge and help us find a road through thick scrub. We found out later that the female in their team lived locally and actually trained on some of these tracks. So we marched along with them up the final hill and as thanks, left them as we moved ahead towards the next hunting lodge. The hospitality was, as we were beginning to expect first rate. All the rooms at the lodge we full, so mattresses were laid out in the dining room for the adventure racers and all types of food and drink were laid on. One of the race doctors was summoned to attend to Del and Grant's feet, before we again snuggled up under blankets supplied by the lodge and overslept our alarms.