Day 11 - Monk's Cowl

.... and I know nearly 30 years have passed, but seriously living/moving outside one's 'Hood', has its challenges!!!

Having travelled nearly 2,500km in 10 days, I am feeling like a lost soul and stranger in my own country! Moving on and changing, growing, and developing and and and.... I get it, but has anyone driven through the UThuleka Municipality, or the .... you could be anywhere on Earth.

I feel very alone here!

The most fantastic part of 'The Royal Natal National Park' is only all in the name! Very average campsite, no problems in general however it had the feeling of a High School camp-out on the three adjacent rugby fields. Hot shower ☑️ Twin-ply☑️ Security☑️ etc,etc,etc☑️ Karen says, No Clothes Hooks behind the Door.... -10 points ❌

In every campsite so far, there has been at least a measure of semi-privacy, seclusion and a touch of character, a tree or bush. TRNNP could easily have been the B,C,D and E Rugby fields at Loftus Versveldt😖

Zero points for exclusivity and character, and will probably only be remembered for its false/non start! Of course the countryside from the R74 to the camp (apart from the Telephone and Electricity poles marring a beautiful view) was stunning from a distance, but sadly a 'NIL' score here.

We tripped up the R74 in the direction of Bergville and Winterton back into the real Drakensberg, heading for Monks Cowl Campsite. The most perfect position here was waiting for us. Everyone else there were envious and all said they would've easily packed up their camp and relocated there... but they didn't and if you 'snooze you loose'! The view of the Escarpment less than 500m away is spectacular. We pitched camp and walked a fine trail... and went to bed before the Iceman attacked us here.... true story 🥶Read more