“Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree, because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch, or you might simply get covered in sap, and for this reason many people choose to spend their time alone and indoors, where it is harder to get a splinter.”
My memories of De Hollandsche Molengoes back many years. We usually visited De Hollandsche Molen with friends and family over the December Holidays. We would wake up early that morning pack the car for our day’s camping and hit the road. We made breakfast and lunch there and of course eat Watermelon and go buy ice cream at the shop. As kids we swam in the pools and walked upstream. We build little dams with river stones and eat our Watermelon while sitting in the river. As I grew up my husband and I still visited De Hollandsche Molen with friends and family. Now my boys are always asking us when are we going to De Hollandsche Molen again. My mom and I went camping with the boys one year. It was so much fun…. Here are some more information on this lovely holiday destination. I got this information from their website… “De Hollandsche Molen is a home away from home for all our visitors who spends their summer holidays here to relax and escape the busy city life. The rich history of De Hollandsche Molen started in the early 1900’s with the Diepering family from Holland. He created a resort which consisted of a swimming pool, camping ground and the renowned Mill. Later in the 1950’s some more permanent structures where built to accommodate the laborers of the Wemmershoek Dam. Lodging was provided for them and the Mill was used as a tea room for visitors to enjoy. The du Plooy family bought De Hollandsche Molen in 1988 and has been involved in resort’s transformation ever since. In 1991 De Hollandsche Molen was changed to a Share block company, which allowed the public to purchase shares in the form of housing and plots. In 1994 the infamous Mill was restored to its original glory and with the turn of millennium the function venue was introduced. Through hard work and dedication the resort has been shaped into an international recognized holiday destination which caters for the entire family…” In January 2013 we introduced De Hollandsche Molen to our friends and we had a lovely day. Hope to spend many more lovely visits to De Hollandsche Molen. Here are some photo’s of our visit….
Cattle crossing roads and grazing on open patches of field in our rural and informal settlements is not uncommon.
Armand and I was on our way home after stopping by one of the farms for some mulberry leaves for the silkworms when we came across this crossing. My camera was in my bag and I had to hurry to get it out….
I took these photo’s on the Cycle Tour in May 2012. We were on our way to Hermon and I spotted it next to the road. I shifted my attention away from the cyclist for a few seconds and capture this scene. I just love it.
Thanks to Buddy from Club Mykonos all of us had a lovely nights rest and a warm bath or shower. I could not wait to get clicking and capturing all those special moments along the road. Day three was a long day. It was a hard 111km with rolling hills.
Everyone gathered in the parking area around 7 o’Clock so that we could pack the trailers, discuss the days route and to collect the keys to the units.
After the trailers were pack and everybody was ready we head to the Bouzouki restaurant at the yacht club for a lovely breakfast and a nice warm cup of coffee.
We all had a lovely breakfast and coffee or tea. Our Master of Ceremonies Boesman and his wife Christelle also joined us for breakfast. Boesman of course had everyone in stitches and made sure that those who were in pain forgot about it for a few minutes.
After breakfast we all headed to the parking lot where we were going to depart. Bicycles were checked, water bottles filled and thank you speeches were made.
We left Club Mykonos for Hopefield via Langebaanweg at approximately 8:45. Well we were suppose do go Langebaanweg way but instead of going straight over the West Coast Road we turned left. After about 2,5km we stopped and we realized we were on the wrong road. Haha the riders did not think it was funny. Day Three in the saddle of a bicycle is the toughest. You must keep in mind the riders are not professional riders they are policemen who most of the time sit in a vehicle or at a desk. Well we turned around and headed back to the road that we were suppose to take.
The Langebaanweg road was very narrow and the surface of the road was not helping either. It however got better when we got to the road heading for Hopefield.
When we stopped for a break we had a small accident. One of the riders stopped dead and Karien crashed into him. Luckily there was no fatal injuries only a few scratches from the fall.
After the medics made sure Karien’s wounds are disinfected and everything is in order we headed towards Hopefield. I started getting bored just sitting in the combie so I got courage from somewhere and started hanging out the window to get some action shots. I was so impressed with the photo’s I took hanging out of the window I was angry at myself for always taking my time and over thinking my every move. Why do I always do things so late in life…
After we went through Hopefield the cyclist took a break just outside the little town. We were under the impression that we would have stopped at Hopefield Police station but they made other arrangements. The riders then decided that time was running out and we did not have time to go to school that was out of our way.
After our pit stop we hit the road to Morreesburg. Sun getting very hot on the road now. Along the road we took a few quick pit stops just to fill up water bottles and have a drink and rest the legs.
We left Morreesburg with full tummies and the legs were rested. Next destination Piketberg. Rolling hills is not funny. Up hill, downhill the men and ladies did not have it easy I was so glad I was sitting in the combi when I saw the road ahead…
Just outside Piketberg Boesman came to encourage the cyclist for the last few kilometers. The last stretch was uphill…. Our destination on top of the hill….
The police station is next to the Church and Church hall. We put away all the bicycle and was allocated to our different places to sleep. This was the first town where we were split up some slept at the hotel, Guesthouses and at the local community. It was very nice and the community of Piketberg really went all out to make our stay comfortable.
That evening after a nice warm shower we all headed to the Church hall for dinner and we attended the concert for a few minutes then we all headed back for a good nights rest.