Leaving the Karoo, Herold and the Montagu Pass

We left the game lodge early this morning having decided the previous evening on a Wimpy Breakfast in Oudtshoorn before doing some quick shopping and then leaving the Karoo for George. We decided on travelling through the little hamlet of Herold that lies right on the Montagu Pass cradled by some of the most majestic mountain scenery in the country on the R62.

This is one of South Africa’s most scenic travel routes that meanders between Cape Town and Oudtshoorn, dotted with quaint towns and undiscovered villages. Herold lies almost halfway between George and Oudtshoorn offering not only moments of idyllic tranquillity and peaceful contemplation, but access to both the coastal and inland attractions of the Klein Karoo and the Garden Route. The area abounds with outdoor activities such as bird watching, hiking and mountain biking and there are also guided hikes up the nearby Cradock and George peaks. Some of the original village buildings of Herold are now incorporated on one of the guest farms in Herold whilst the remains of what was once the blacksmith’s shop, which dates back to the 1860s, is visible from the Montagu Pass. Now a bit about the Montagu Pass.

In 1843 Major Mitchell, Surveyor General of the Cape, suggested that convict labour be used to build a good road over the Outeniqua Mountains, the one that was to be called the Montagu Pass. The Hon. John Montagu, Colonial Secretary, approved this and in 1844 work was started on the new pass. About 250 convicts tackled the arduous task of building the new road; the job was completed at a cost of R71 000-00. In 1847 the pass was opened for traffic, but the official opening only took place on 19 January 1948. This was a festive affair, and the Hon. John Montagu personally opened the pass that was to be called after him. The passage over the mountains, which used to take a full three days over the tortuous Cradock Pass, could now be accomplished within three hours (Today it hardly takes 15 minutes by car). The engineer in charge of the work was Henry Fancourt White, an experienced road engineer from Australia, who was imported by John Montagu for the work. Henry Fancourt White’s name is perpetuated in the lovely estate, Fancourt (his mother’s surname) and in the village of Blanco. In honour of this very capable engineer, the Hon. John Montagu suggested that the little hamlet which grew up at the foot of the pass, be called White or White’s Village. This was later changed to the more euphonious Latin word for ‘White’ – Blanco. Originally the toll was one penny per wheel and one penny per ox. After the Tollhouse you come to the Montagu Pass Bridge. The older generation knew this as the Keurrivier se Brug – due to the Keurbome that grew here in profusion. The Divisional Council succeeded in having this old stone bridge, so artfully build, declared a National Monument.

The whole Montagu Pass has also been declared a National Monument and the vicinity of the bridge is supposed to be haunted by a man in a grey suit. We did not see anything that resembled a ghost, something we were reasonably comfortable with. Having crossed the bridge, we approached the pass proper, with its stonewall all along the one side. The wall has unfortunately been badly damaged in parts. You will notice that on some parts of the wall the lower row of stone protrude slightly; this was done to prevent the axles of the wagons from scraping against the walls and thus becoming damaged. The road up the pass is rather narrow and wagons could not pass abreast. Consequently the old drivers had to whistle and shout and crack their whips continuously to warn one another of their approach. The narrowest part of the pass with overhanging cliffs was aptly called Die Noute (The Narrowness).

Going up the pass you will notice a huge rock to the left, just off the road. This is called Moertjieklip. According to the old-timers this rock was dislodged during the building of the railway line higher up (some maintain it was during the building of the pass itself). It rolled down the mountainside, pinning one of the labourers underneath and crushing him to death. One has to know Afrikaans in order to appreciated the rough humour of the name Moertjieklip… The next place you come to is Boshoff se Draai. Boshoff used to tell everyone what a good “touleier” he was. Leading a span of oxen was of course quite an art, it needed exact timing and deft manipulation to manoeuvre a wagon and span round a bend. Then one day the bragging Boshoff miscalculated this particular bend in the road with the result that he landed on the horns of the fore-ox and was tossed over the wall. After this you find to the left, the ruins of the old smithy. When most of the little buildings were still standing, the Museum Society recommended that it be declared a National Monument. This was done, but before restoration could be tackled, trespassers had carted away most of the stones. So today we are left with only the ruins of the old smithy. Here the implements used in the building of the pass were sharpened and repaired. Convicts working on the pass were also stationed here under guard. When we stopped alongside a big roadside board, and the only place to stop, we looked around in the immediate vicinity of the parking area; there is a short path and then a steep drop into dense and hardy vegetation. Not able to find any evidence of ruins around us we stopped searching and enjoyed the view of the valley.

Now follows the Haarkantdraai – the bend where the road curves towards the right. Next you come to that part of the pass that taxed every poor beast ascending the pass to its utmost, namely the Regoptrek. This is the steepest part of the road and having mastered this, the old-timers allowed themselves to relax for a while at Grog- Draai. For those not in need of a strong sustenance, there was always the lovely cool water from a bubbling spring nearby. Then you come to the Hotkantdraai where the road curves towards the left, and to Witkop se Draai from where you have a view of the white koppie. The name, Witkop se Draai, alludes to the colour of the soil. Where the road passes underneath the railway bridge, you have Stinkhoutdraai. Stinkwood trees used to grow here in profusion. Further along the road, on the right, we find the old wagon tracks cut into the stone by the wheels and remskoene (brakes) of the wagons descending from the old Cradock Pass. And then at last, you reach the hotel at North Station. The oldest part of the ruins probably dates from approximately 1840, i.e. before the building of the Montagu Pass, and housed visitors from the days of the Cradock Pass.

Author: Africa Road Travel

Africa Road Travel is an established inbound southern African tour operator. Our parent company (Cape AgriTours) was established more than 14 years ago, Africa Road Travel started in 2001 and opened their own independent offices in Cape Town in 2004. Since then the company has grown in leaps and bounds, besides the years of accumulated professional industry knowledge and experience, we enjoy special industry contracts with many service providers, Hotels and Guest Houses. This allows us to provide you with individual attention, free assistance with your vacation plans, a free ground handling service and discount prices.

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