ANOINTED WITH SACRED DUST
The only way out is down. Once you’ve started inching down the (in)famous Van Zyl’s Pass, there’s no turning around.
When you reach the bottom, the road eases and you’re suddenly on the flat, grassy Marienfluss. The stress of negotiating the pass gives way to bliss. This feels more like a holiday. You follow in the tracks of your tour leader, and
