Driving a VW Polo along a empty dirt road (we did pass what appeared to be two other tourists in a small red car at one point) can leave one thinking about the possibility of a breakdown. Sure Avis provides 24 hour roadside assistance but they’d have to find our stupid asses first. And I would not describe the Polo as all-terrain so we had to tread lightly.
Eventually,
we made our way to the town of Winterton where we decided to splurge
on a room for two nights. Leslie was still not 100% and I was
starting to feel a bit under the weather. The prescription was a
comfortable bed and a flat screen television. Yeeesss. After a good
night’s sleep we drove some 30 km into Champagne Valley and went
for a short hike in the Monks Cowl area. We had planned on doing a
more extensive jaunt but, once again, the weather was not
particularly cooperative. The threat of rain was ever present. We did
manage to have a nice stroll and were still able to take in some of
the area’s natural beauty, passing rainclouds and all. One
advantage to cruddy weather was the distinct lack of humanity. This
adds a nice touch to the desolate scenery.
