Conquering Trails and Forging Bonds: A Tunnel 4×4 Adventure



This epic 4×4 journey,  near De Doorns,  wasn’t a grueling Level 4 behemoth, but it certainly put my Mahindra Scorpio N to the test. Most of the route stuck to farm roads, demanding vigilance against encroaching shrubbery. “Buff it out,” they quipped, but some obstacles demanded the Scorpio N’s true off-road prowess.



Three challenges stand out. The first, a daunting downhill with a sharp turn into a valley, tested the 4WD system. Nerves of steel and a controlled descent proved victorious. Next, railway tracks demanded precise wheel placement, even with deep grooves left by cable thieves. The Scorpio N, focused and aware, handled it all with ease.




Finally, a dried-up riverbed with potentially damaging rocks awaited. Choosing the right approach and maintaining a slow pace allowed the Scorpio N to conquer it, even with wheel spin. Differential locks kicked in effortlessly, leaving onlookers astounded. Even a steeper descent with a precariously positioned rear wheel posed no trouble for the 4WD and differential locks, and the cabin remained comfortable throughout.


These obstacles truly challenged the convoy, and the Mahindra Scorpio N rose to the occasion, solidifying my confidence in its off-road abilities and appreciation for our guide’s (Gideon de Swart from Outlaw Adventures) commitment and guidance through the obstacles.



Our diverse convoy mirrored the group: Pajeros, Jimnys, Fortuners, and even two buggies from Atlantis added their own brand of excitement and camaraderie. As with any diverse gathering, minor disagreements arose, but the vast majority embraced the adventure’s spirit with support and positivity.



Five individuals accompanying the buggies deserve special mention. Their hospitality, humor, and infectious sense of adventure were contagious, enriching the trip with stories and camaraderie. Without their presence, the magic wouldn’t have been the same.



Beyond testing our vehicles, the trip offered breathtaking panoramas of mountains, valleys, and a majestic dam. History whispered through remnants of an old railroad and a poignant noticeboard about its role in the Anglo-Boer War. Here, history and nature intertwined, nourishing our souls with beauty and forgotten craftsmanship of a previous generation.



We passed forsaken bridges and a lonely  monument in a burned field, marking a tragic train derailment in 1916, remembering the echoes of the past.



Then came the grand finale: driving through a 500-meter tunnel built in 1877. Darkness enveloped us as we entered, the rumble of the buggies and distant light adding to the adventure. Emerging, we felt a collective awe at this journey through time.



Gratitude for having my loved one by my side amplified the experience. Her music filled the air, and shared snacks turned even mundane moments into cherished memories. Her joy, a beacon amidst the stark landscape, transcended everything.



Seeking respite from the heat, we found solace in a cool tunnel, its depths whispering secrets. Echoes of footsteps and shared laughter painted narratives on the ancient walls. I dreamt of spreading a romantic blanket and where we can lose ourselves in the intimacy of this hidden haven.



This wasn’t just a personal journey. Beneath a huge willow tree, a weathered table etched with shared meals became a symbol of newfound connections and friendships. Conversations wove themselves into the fullness of our experience, promising future exploits and shared laughter.



The landscape, initially unforgiving, revealed itself as a crucible of connection. It offered more than escape; it reminded us of our inherent social nature and the enrichment found in shared experiences. The warmth of new friendships, a testament to love thriving in unexpected places, added another dimension to our adventure.


So, as we venture forth on future journeys, hand in hand, let the memory of hidden romance and breathtaking landscapes be intertwined with the warmth of companionship and shared laughter with new friends. For with these elements present, each chapter in our ongoing story promises to be richer, brighter, and infused with the enduring power of love and connection.

Off-Roading: Where Boys Become Beasts (and Their Toys Become Weapons)

Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?

Off-Roading: Where Boys Become Beasts (and Their Toys Become Weapons)


“Boys and their toys,” she scoffs, shaking her head as I fire up the engine. “Just wait till it explodes in a mud puddle.” But tonight, the only sparks flying are the ones erupting from under my four-wheeled beast as it claws its way into the inky maw of the mountain.

This isn’t playtime, sweetheart. This is war. My 4×4, my trusty warhorse, roars a battle cry as we charge against the darkness, headlights carving fleeting scars into the unknown. Each terrain, our enemy. Sand, a whispering siren luring us into treacherous speed. Rocks, teeth gnashing at our undercarriage, daring us to crawl over their petrified bones. Water, a gurgling abyss threatening to swallow us whole. Mud, a slippery trap, waiting to drown our engine in its oozing embrace.

They say, haven’t you truly lived if you haven’t gotten stuck? Not here, darling. Here, getting stuck is a baptism by fire, a trial by winch. It’s a puzzle with gears for teeth and mud for ink, testing every ounce of grit and ingenuity. And when the machine surrenders, it’s not defeat, it’s the ultimate test of the man behind the wheel. Every inch won back, a hard-earned trophy, a story etched in sweat and grime.

Risk, you call it? That’s the lifeblood of this game. Adrenaline, the fuel that courses through our veins, turning fear into exhilaration. Every climb, a gamble with gravity. Every splash, a dance with the unknown. This isn’t just driving, it’s a ballet of steel and earth, a symphony of roaring engines and crunching gravel. And the reward? More than just bragging rights by the campfire. It’s the raw thrill of conquering the unconquerable, the echo of laughter dancing on the wind, the unspoken bond forged in the face of impossible terrain.

So tonight, honey, don’t worry about the mud on the tires. It’s not just dirt, it’s the war paint of a warrior returned. And the stories I’ll tell? Well, let’s just say, they’ll make your hair stand on end, and your heart pound like a piston in overdrive.

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