Friday, October 2, 2009

Sak river day10 Kakamas to Nieuwoudtville

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Sak river day10 Kakamas to Nieuwoudtville 091002 Friday 390km

I had supper in the hotel. I was surprised to find a proper sushi bar with caterpillar track there (not food that I care for). It is quite popular; that night 20 people had supper there, some coming from as far as Upington for the food. I would never have thought sushi would be available in Brackenfell, let alone Kakamas. After supper I had a look at the 1:250 000 maps. The Hartbees splits into two before joining the Gariep, hence the two bridges at Alheit. I decided to look for the second confluence in the morning. I am pleased I did because it is the more significant one.



On this Google track I parked at the end of the leftwards track because the donga there was too steep & walked across and down to the Gariep on the left bank of the Hartbees (I think this is the more important of the two bits of it here).



There is this pumpstation there (just visible in Google) with the Hartbees behind the reeds.



There was a small path through the reeds which I forced my way through.



Here is the Hartbees on the right joining up with the Gariep.



Panorama of the whole scene.



Looking upstream undistorted.



Looking downstream undistorted (but obscured).



Then I turned south & set off back home. Next dorp is Loeriesfontein. 282km away without a turn in between. I know the Ceres Calvinia road is the longest gravel road between two towns but this is in the same league.



I had come to ride long flat straight roads so this was ok.



More of the same. I did not wear my cool vest although I had the previous day.



Well there was a crossroads along the way.



This is dolerite reduced to pebble size, well on its way to becoming sand – the rich red sand of the Karoo & Northern Cape. A whole field of stretching to the horizon and hardly a big piece to be seen



I was interested to see the Sishen Saldanha railway line at Loeriesfontein. When it was being built my sister used to drive up here from Cape Town to visit her boyfriend who was working there having graduated as a Civil Engineer the year before. They got married some time later. It was his 60th birthday recently and a story was told by Guy Louw about this embankment:

Quote:

Martin Burger, the Railway Engineer


The year was 1971, Martin's third year at UCT studying Civil Engineering.

A compulsory course was Railway Engineering, lectured by Prof DC Robertson, the legendry railway engineer of years gone by. DC was well into his seventies, but his sense of humour had retired a few years previously.

One particular lecture was about Long Chains and Short Chains. For over an hour, DC lectured passionately about how Long and Short Chains occurred when a deviation was made to a railway track route. About 15 minutes before the end of the lecture, DC looked up, removed his glasses and asked "Any questions?"

From the back of the lecture theatre, a voice was heard "Please Sir, could you explain what a Long Chain is?"

DC's face turned red as he spluttered "Who said that?"

Silence.

DC then demanded "Will the student who asked that question please stand up!" At the back of the lecture theatre, Martin Burger rose to his feet.

DC "Get out of my lecture theatre!"

As Martin made his way down the aisle steps, DC was further enraged as he said "What is more, you have the audacity to attend my lecture barefoot! You are a disgrace to this University. Get out and never return to my lectures."

Little did Martin know that Long and Short Chains were to plague his working career. After graduating in 1972, Martin, a Clifford Harris bursary student, was sent to work on the Sishen - Saldanha Railway Line. Being over 800 km long, the railway line was riddled with Long and Short Chains.

Many years later, 2009 in fact, Guy Louw came across evidence of Martin's knowledge, or lack thereof, of Long and Short Chains. Whilst working on the upgrade of the Sishen - Saldanha railway line, Guy found the "As Built" drawings for the section of railway line near Loeriesfontein that Martin was involved with. Long and Short Chains abound.

On one particular section, it is evident that there was a variation in the track route. Martin had done his calculations (rumour has it that there was beer involved) and presented his
calculations to the Resident Engineer in order for the "As Built" drawings to be prepared.

There was ambiguity as to whether it should be a Long Chain or Short Chain. Eventually, to solve the dilemma, it was indicated as a Burger Chain. (See attached "As Built" drawing).






I went to the Fred Turner Windpump museum as I am a great admirer of them for what they contributed towards the development of this country. It was not open but there is a list of people to phone who will come and open it. I photographed the list and went to the pub for a beer. The very helpful barman phoned the person on duty and soon he was there to let me in. I pointed out earlier that the trekboers were prevented from taking their sheep further east than the Sak river because the rainfall was too scarce. Once windpumps were introduced and it was found that there was plenty of fossil water under the Karoo the land was opened up to sheep farming.

I had with me this t-shirt:



There is a post about this t-shirt where I thank Plore for giving it to me. I showed it to the man at the museum who had not seen one before so I gave it to the museum. They were amused and pleased to have it. There are 28 different windpumps there. I asked about the huge one I had seen on the way to Kakamas but they did not know about it. I had also mentioned it to the barman & he said it was a 24 foot windpump & suggested who made it.
I have no idea who sponsers the museum and, like most other museums, I am sure it operates on a shoestring budget. The windpumps are all freshly painted and well looked after. The museum building is an old Baptist church (no wonder it closed down – how many Baptists could there be up there?). There is a photocopy list of the windpumps with pertinent information about each. So many ‘museums’ just attach a name plate to each exhibit. If you know about the thing that you are looking at that is fine but for the new items you come away from a museum like that having gained nothing. Displays like that are really just reference collections for the informed. Here is an example of a board in the London Science Museum.



This is the label attached to the Jumo engine. It points out the additional merit of the engine; its simplicity of construction. Every exhibit in the Science Museum has a label or board with information like this. It identifies the object then it always puts it into perspective telling you what is significant about it or how it compared to others or affected the development of the product. Most museums just put items on display and identify them; that is absolutely wrong as a museum is not a collection, it is a source of information and knowledge. The Science Museum is an excellent example of how it should be done.



All the signs to Nieuwoudtville are like this. Apparently they wrote Nieuwoudtsville and fixed it by just obliterating the ‘s’; is it any better like this as both a blank & s are wrong?



Here is the start of the edge of the Karoo plateau as it drops down to the Atlantic coastal plain. The bushes are quite a bit bigger here; probably get more rain but I also suspect that nothing is eating them just here so the veld is slowly recovering.

I am interested in old buildings. Nieuwoudtville has some good stone buildings. I will show some of them.



The DR Church in Nieuwoudtville. It has a rather nice spire. Made out of local stone – as are quite a few houses in the town.



A Victorian house nearby. Nice ogee curved corrugated iron roof on the stoep. The advantage of these roofs, besides being elegant, is there is no wooden support required under it (which is required if the sheets are left flat)



This building is used by several professional societies as their local base when they come to work in the area (botany, entomology, geology, environment etc).



A Cape Dutch gable in stone. Avery peculiarly shaped gable. The upper inward curving part is called the hol, the lower outwardly curving bit is called the bol. Usually the hol and the bol are about the same size. I am not complaining; just saying why it looks peculiar to me.



More Cape Dutch stone gables. I find these very pretty. This only has hols. It has the more usual as high as it is wide proportion.



The bedroom of the cottage I stayed in. There was a book of photos showing the restoration of this building. The whole right hand end (as in this picture) was dismantled and the stones laid in their correct position on the ground, then it was re-built with each stone going back where it belonged (the wall had been about to fall down). That is how proper restoration should be done. The house has also been renovated (it was a garage or shed) so changes have been made but it has stayed faithful to the original style.




The table in the beer garden at Smidswinkel restaurant where I had a very nice supper. I think this is white sandstone (the pulpit in the church is white sandstone but I did not see it) but it might be marble as there is a marble mine near Vanrhynsdorp (though the marble I have seen from there is light grey).







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Thursday, October 1, 2009

Sak river day 9 Kenhardt to Kakamas

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Sak river day 9 Kenhardt to Kakamas 091001 Thursday 124km



I was really rescued by Eeton & Suzette Wickens of the Kenhardt Hotel. The chaps who helped me when I got the flat said I should go to the hotel as it is the bike place. As I rode in with a flat tyre Eeton came walking up and offered his help. I explained that I wanted two new tubes as both had patches on & I did not trust them. He helped me strip the back tube &, sure enough, the patch was peeling off. I had ridden 69 km on that patch from where I had fitted it (from my GPS track). Eeton phoned some locals he knew were in Upington but it was too late – they were on their way back already. He did manage to find someone who was going in early the next day who would not be there very long and would pick up some tubes for me. He then phoned the Yamaha agents & organised that two tubes would be collected next morning. So all I had to do was wait until the next day & I was rescued. Had some beers, a nice supper (fantastic salad Suzette – where do you get such nice feta cheese?) with local wine. After breakfast I sorted through my photos (I had my computer with me so could match the time on the Garmin tracks to the time of the photos to see exactly where the photo was taken).



I really liked the logo on the crockery. Black faced Dorper & kookerboom. Is he well hung? In the bar there is a wall that only bikers can write their names on. I saw Lucky Striker, Pistonpete & Newguy as Wild Dogs there. I am extremely grateful to Eeton (who only speaks Afrikaans despite his Irish name; Eeton is actually a contraction of his given names of Henry Teeton). My room was great with shower etc attached and I had nice food there. A biker friendly place and I would much appreciate it if you used it or at least had a drink on your way past. Eeton has an immaculate FJR1300 and a recently bought KLR. Since he got the KLR the FJR has just stood there as he finds the KLR much more fun.



I took the tyre to the co-op to have a gaiter fitted over the cut that had caused the original flat. Soon afterwards the tubes were there & I put the bike together and was on my way again.



That is the wheel lift that Eeton made for himself just the day before I arrived. It works really well – just turn the pipe & the foot screws out (the head also swivels) and it lifts the bike against the side stand. What is very nice is you can adjust the height when fitting the wheel back so the axle lines up while the tyre is on the ground so you don’t need to hold the wheel in the air while trying to get the axle in. (At Verneukpan I had to dig a hole to get the wheel back in.) . Brilliant. It can be used under my toolbox to raise the front wheel too. I am going to make myself one. If anyone else follows the idea I would be pleased if you call it a Kenhardt lift so it becomes known where it came from and that there is a bike friendly bar in town. Calling it an Eeton lift would not have the same effect.





On my way again to Kakamas. That is the Hartbees with the trees all along it. I suspect many are the invasive Prosopis



This tree with two full sized social weaver nests. No telegraph poles nearby?



Front doors.



Saw this windpump along the way. It is HUGE. Those two windpumps are very close together. A normal windpump is 2,4m (8ft) in diameter; I reckon that one is 7,5m (24 ft). Unfortunately there was no visible name on the double tail. Notice how many blades it has on the fan.



The road to Loeriesfontein branches off just before Kakamas so I went to get this photo of the river there. That is definitely a flowering Prosopis on the left.



This is actually in the drift & would be flooded when the river is flowing. Eeton said it had been flowing quite well between March & May this year. Notice that I have a gaiter on only one side of the front forks. Martin Praetzold had made cartridge emulators and I wanted to see how much fork travel I was using so took one gaiter off and fitted a zip tie on the fork which gets pushed up marking the most the forks get compressed. I did bottom the forks out twice but I think I will lower the fork oil level a bit to make them slightly softer.



These are known as Norias . The water flowing in the canal turns the paddle wheel. On each side of the paddle wheel are buckets that dip into the water and tip it out at the top into the gutter leading to the drum then through pipes and channels to the vineyards.
I went straight through Kakamas as the Hartbees joins the Gariep (Orange) a little past the town at Alheit.





There is quite a long bridge in two parts with massive reedbeds each side where the Hartbees passes through to join the Gariep



Hartebees Kontant Winkel (note the conventional spelling) at the end of the bridge.



I asked around but no one could tell me where the Hartbees joined the Gariep so I rode into the vineyards and looked for it myself. I got to this (end of top left track):



That is the Gariep and the Hartbees is just to my left. Bakgat. The correct word is confluence = where two rivers meet – somehow that seems somewhat inappropriate here.



The Gariep has more than one channel here so there is more to it than just this.



Looking for the confluence.



I had a real good try to photo where they actually joined but it is overgrown with reeds and the mud is deep black stuff up to the top of my boots.



The Hartbees is joined by one of those irrigation canals and the excess water from the canal runs down back into the Gariep. This is the combined canalised flow through the vineyard.

Job done; I went back to Kakamas & checked in at the self catering part of the hotel although I did have supper there.







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