After our little scramble around the Knysna Heads, we realised that time was perhaps a bit short to make our 11h30 appointment in Storms River Village, so we hared it back to the N2 and raced off eastwards.
By now I was also feeling a bit peckish and I could sense my low-blood-sugar-grumpiness level rising, so when we spotted a cute little farm stall on the other side of the road, hubby obligingly did a u-turn. While he phoned the Canopy Tour people to confirm directions and our hopefully imminent arrival, I galloped inside, startling the middle-aged lady who was yacketing away on the telephone behind the till.
“Food!” I semaphored, staring wildly around.
“Pies, chips, popcorn, chocolates,” she responded, waving her arm around in a lop-sided semi-circle.
Ahh! Popcorn! Brilliant! And the still-warm veg-and-chicken pies looked scrumptious. Which they were!
A few kilometres east, the indicator on the petrol tank was heading a bit too far left for our liking, so we filled up at the Shell Ultra City on the outskirts of Plettenberg Bay.
We drove at rapid speed through The Crags and the turnoff to the appropriately named Nature’s Valley, which is a picture-perfect holiday village with a pretty sandy beach surrounded by dense indigenous forests. We were now a mere 200 km from Port Elizabeth.
We bridged across a couple of spectacular gorges, of which I only noted down the Sout River and the Groot River, but they were all seriously impressive! Completely wild and overgrown, steep sides, v-shaped down to the river valley about a hundred metres below. A short bit after Nature’s Valley, we had to stop at a toll gate and fork out R11.50, but it was well worth it, as the entire road was really in a good condition. It was now 11h00.
Just after crossing another massively deep and wide river valley, a large sign by the road welcomed us to the Eastern Cape. And there was another sign saying “Khoisan Village and Bungee Jumping” to the left. This was the famous Bloukrans River Bridge, where the daredevils of “Face Adrenalin” offer bungee jumping, a so-called flying fox, and a bridge walking tour.
This is the highest commercially operated bungee jump in the world (so far anyway). You jump from the top of the arch, which is 216 metres above the Bloukrans River (yikes!). The flying fox is a 200 metre long cable slide (known locally as a foofie slide) out onto the archway of the bridge. And on the bridge walking tour you learn that this is the highest and largest bridge in Africa, the third highest in the world, and the largest single span concrete arch bridge in the world; so you get to walk along a specially designed catwalk to the top of the arch, from where you have an extraordinary view.
Now, although I will definitely NOT try the bungee jump option, I think I might just try to face my fear of heights by doing the Bridge Walking Tour the next time we drive past here. ‘Cause even that would be amaaaazing! But we didn’t have time to stop – we were on a mission to fly through (er… between!) the trees like Tarzan and Jane!