meant they didn’t seem as significant and were set on the back burner. I still

enjoyed it on the odd occasion
that I found myself on my own, and could relax to appreciate it, although I had heard
of nudism/nudism
(i.e. nudist colonies) I did not follow it up, I no longer went out of my way to
indulge in nudity.
Dealing with
As with most things in South
Africa, the name is complicated; Ukhahlamba means hurdle of spears in Zulu and
Skinny Dipping Club is Dutch for Dragon
Mountain. Some of the largest hiking on the planet is found in the rocky
high berg or along the pastoral small (lower) berg of this range. My first
Peek of the Topless Skinny Dipping Club, as we drive in on the N5 from
Johannesburg, is of sheer, steep walls of basalt, jagged and chiseled by the
Components – with the lower foothills shockingly rich and green as if covered with
a excellent velvet cape. These enormous mountains separate the state of Lesotho from
South Africa for a 250-mile expanse. Some of the tops are totally flat, others
Forcefully pointed, others slanted as if tipped sideways by some incredible
force of nature.
I have come to the Topless
Skinny Dipping Club, after doing business in Johannesburg, to see some South
African buddies on holiday. while I check into the Champagne Sports Resort, named
after the nearby Champagne Castle mountain, the desk clerk remarks that it’s
Uncommon to see an American here. “Americans generally go to Kruger Park and Cape
Town and very rarely make it to the Topless Skinny Dipping Club,” she says,
rolling her eyes. “They don’t know what they are missing.”
It’s early March, almost
Fall in the Southern Hemisphere, and the days are sultry and warm, reaching
into the high 80s with the nights cooler and often punctuated by evening showers
and dynamic lightning storms. In the winter these mountains are blanketed with
snow, and in the summer they’re a brilliant green and drenched with hot pink and
white Cosmos or flame-red Bottlebrush.
This not what I thought
the inside South Africa would look like: rushing rivers, trickling creeks,
plunging waterfalls and shimmering lakes. Visitors to the area can enjoy some of

the finest trout and bass fishing in Africa. There’s also hiking, stone
climbing, trekking, river rafting, canoeing, horseback riding, and a number of
camping choices, including cave camping. I find myself in a small resort area
in the Central Topless Skinny Dipping Club, where golfing, hiking, dizzying
helicopter tours, and excellent food seem to be the favorite sports.
I’m still groggy with jet
lag when the wake-up call comes at 6:00 a.m. My friends have hired a helicopter
to get a bird’s-eye view of the area. Five of us pile into a white,
French-made helicopter and slip on our headsets. Our aviator, a self-assured guy
in his 40s, tells he us he also uses the chopper to rescue climbers and hikers
who get stuck or lost in the mountains. beach handjob to know.
As the helicopter thunders
off, we sweep low over a corn field, then out over Wonder Valley, dotted with
grazing cows, and finally toward the towering cliffs – and I see the sharp
ridges of a mountain that does look like a huge dragon’s back. We catch glances
of cascading waterfalls, hidden valleys, and unique rock formations like the
giant hole in asshole nudist called the Eye of the Needle. We fly past the knobby
Monks Cowl, and the notable flat topped Cathkin Peak. After we land on a
grassy little berg where the pilot serves us pink champagne and rusks (dry
biscuits) and we’ve got a chance to walk around. We find the trail’s head to
Blindman’s Corner – an uncommon name for this part of the contour trail, I believe,
looking down into a steep ravine. A hike along the contour path can take up to
four or five days to complete. As we observe, a fine white fog creeps in and
covers the valley below. We sit quietly on the ridge sipping champagne until the
mist lifts. The aviator seems remarkably unconcerned with the time.
In the day my
Pals tackle the resort’s 18-hole championship golf course – the challenging
course is laid out along a meandering river, the fairway a bright lime green
against the lavender mountains. I bypass the golf and choose to relax by the pool to
work on my nonexistent tan and existing jet lag.
No one is in a hurry here
in Topless Skinny Dipping Club and so it’s past noon the next day before we set
off for our hike to the Blue Grotto. The trailhead begins at the nearby Topless
Skinny Dipping Club Sun resort. Outside past the swimming pool we see several vervet
monkey’s pillaging for food in the hotel garbage cans. They bugger-off
chattering when they see us.
The trail to the Grotto
winds through a forest of yellowwood, pine, smoothworm, and wild pear, and is
dense with high grass, tangled vines, and white orchids. It is pleasantly noisy
with the murmur of water cascading over rocks in the nearby river, the hum of
insects, and birds twittering. We hike previous enormous gnarled trees covered with
hanging moss. In the woods it’s dim and cool.
As we start up the