It was a very sad goodbye to the Drakensberg in the morning sunshine, but it was time to make our way to the city of gold, Johannesburg for our next leg of the journey. Winding our way back down the mountains we made our way through to the N3, South Africa’s busiest road.
The drive was a slow one, dragging our ball-filled trailer (whom we’ve dubbed Britney) up the winding van Reenen’s pass, getting stuck behind trucks and not being able to pass them due to the sheer weight we were carrying.
We made a pit stop in Harrismith to grab some Spur – what good is a road trip without a Spur meal? This was not to be a normal meal, we had a little surprise in store for our little road-tripper Annie! We’d all sat down, ordered our food and were patiently waiting when the Spur staff began their usual birthday song in the distance, the sound got louder and louder until they appeared to be passing us with the ice-cream with its sparkler when they turned, put the plate down on the table and happy birthday serenaded the very red and very embarrassed Annie!
After that little bit of fun, we’d set off again, to pass through a seemingly endless chain of toll-plazas on our way through to Johannesburg and through the northern suburbs to Illovo, to the Protea Hotel Wanderers where we were to spent the night.