Travel April 2011

Taking the Leap

In South Africa, swimming the Hottentots Holland Nature Reserve is one way to crank up your heart rate.
Michael Walker

In a place called Suicide Gorge, water coursing through a sandstone ravine and cascading over steep cliffs has formed a series of deep pools. From the striated-rock ledge where we stood, it would be quite a fall. But the risk of falling wasn’t the problem. The problem was that the only way forward was to jump.

We had done a couple of jumps earlier on the trail, 15 feet high or so, and knew that the Big One, a leap equal to five stories, was yet to come.

“Is this It?,” I asked my friend Lewis Pugh.

“Not yet,” he said. It was hard to guess how high we were. But it felt like we were looking into the moat from the castle tower.

“Okay, it’s your turn to go first. On the count of five! One! Two! Three—”

I had met Lewis, the world’s premier cold-water swimmer, several years ago in Norway, where he was training for a North Pole swim, which he did wearing a Speedo, cap, and goggles. He served in Britain’s Special Air Service elite forces and now, at 41, campaigns for climate-change awareness while making a living as a motivational speaker. He had invited me to come kloofing, or canyoning, in Suicide Gorge, a couple of hours from where he’d grown up in Cape Town.

“Hold on,” I said. “Let me get my bearings.”

From above, the water was black. At eye level, it had a faint red-orange color. “Why does the water look like rust?” I asked.

“The fynbos,” he said.

To get into the gorge, we had walked through a panorama of fynbos, the indigenous flora of South Africa’s Western Cape province. In December—summer in the Southern Hemisphere—it was in full bloom, the fields carpeted with yellows like buttercups, sprouts of fuchsia, and some plant with a blood-red stem and green leaves.

“The fynbos? Really?”

“I have no idea.”

“Or maybe there’s a nuclear plant upstream.”

“Todd, if you don’t go, you’re going to psych me and Michael out.”

Michael Walker, a photographer with the Cape Times, had gone to high school with Lewis. Last year the two had traveled to Nepal for Lewis’s death-defying swim in a glacial lake at Mount Everest. A few weeks before this trip, Michael had covered a riot that deteriorated into urban warfare. That I was psyching them out by sitting there was strangely emboldening.

“Come on, man, on the count of five! One! Two!—”

“Don’t count,” I said. “I’m going.” I had to go, or face the cost, never mind the humiliation, of calling in a rescue.

South Africans have a high adventure quotient. The country is a risk playground, and the Cape is the monkey bars. People rappel off Table Mountain and paraglide off Lion’s Head, high above the southern Atlantic. They dive to see shipwrecks and sharks, they surf, and they kayak among pods of whales migrating from Antarctica. Once a year, athletes swim nearly five miles to the mainland from Robben Island, the former prison, in the gelid and turbulent Table Bay.

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