The Grape Outdoors

Country Wide Magazine, March 2020.

On the back of a wonderful winemaking harvest in Zimbabwe at the beginning of 2019, Annabelle Latz was drawn to Thonninggii Wine Cellars, in central north Namibia near Etosha National Park.

Owned by the Boshoff family, Thonninggii, named after the local fig tree, oozes charm with its brick cellar made from local clay, and the cheese, milk, meat and bread all home produced.

In true bold Kiwi style I sent them a note requesting to learn their winemaking ways. A quick reply of ‘when can you get here’ confirmed my plan.

Gilmar Boshoff is second generation, the first grapes were planted in the early nineties. A couple of days before Christmas he collected me from the nearby town of Otavi in his well worked Toyota Hilux, with a warm grin across his face that only a man who loves his hardworking life amongst the natural elements could have.

Gilmar, his wife Tamara and their three young children live next door to his parents’ property Thonninggii – it was on the back of the 2009 harvest which produced some epic syrah, they ventured out with their own label, Der Katholischer, (the Catholic) paying homage to a Catholic priest who planted some of the first vines in Namibia more than 100 years ago.

“The most important thing about making wine is having the connection with the earth and the vines, and not being too lazy or useless to stuff it up before you put it into bottle,” said Gilmar.

He studied winemaking in Stellenbosch and worked there before venturing back home in Namibia.

Although it’s just a skip and hop between these two properties, the soils vary significantly – sandy silt loam at Thonninggii and clay at Der Katholischer; Gilmar says a nice touch for expressing differences in the bottle. The Otavi Valley features dolomite rock which provides calcium and magnesium, and the soil is also rich in iron which is evidence of the red soil blown over from the Kalahari Desert.

“That’s what I love about winemaking, being so in touch with nature.”

Der Katholischer started in 2014 – the vineyard, a small winery, paddocks of cattle, sheep, and sable, accommodation cottages and camping areas.

Dams, compost heaps, worm farms, solar energy – self-sufficient energy methods and biodynamic practices are important here because as Gilmar said, “water demand will be reduced by 35% if you have a lot of organic matter in the soil…… We are always preparing for if or when Namibia puts in water restrictions.”

Some harvests are dry, some are wet, every year since their first harvest in 2000 a different tune. This was one of the wettest harvests for a while, during my fortnight stay we experienced 40 millimetres of rain on some days.

“We have to remember that vines don’t just sit there all year doing nothing. They have memories and are constantly adapting to the conditions.”

Gilmar’s dad Bertus Boshoff took the opportunity to grow some grapes when the family bought

Thonninggii 30 years ago; advice from a friend who said the Otavi Valley reminded him of the wine growing regions in South Africa.

Bertus is also the general practitioner in the sleepy town of Otavi, and loves to constantly learn about science and new skills.

“I enjoy the whole story, being in the vineyard, and making the wine.”

This gently spoken man in his early seventies cherishes the connection with the land and his family.

“I wanted to be a little bit crazy,” he said, remembering the rather radical nature of planting wine grapes when he did.

Each day would start with a morning coffee with Bert at Thonninggii, Norma Jean the bull terrier asleep at our feet, parakeets tweeting,  guinea fowl and pheasants running about.

Planning the day; picking, crushing, sampling, delegating who was on baboon watch in the vineyards.

At the Boshoff Family Wines’ cellar there is always organised chaos, usually in the form of Kolletjies the pet sheep (Afrikaans for ‘Dots’) and three dogs.

There is a special connection with the local people, the Damaran; one of the oldest nations in Namibia and a vital workforce on these lands.

Evidence of this is held within in the bottles of the viognier or muscadelle, the syrah or the tempranillo, various other cultivars, port, sparkling wine, grappa and marula schnapps.

Ask any winemaker; their skill and trade are not easy and even less so in a barren, or sometimes very wet place like central northern Namibia.

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Running Sky High – Sky Run 100k

Country Wide Magazine, February 2020.

Check out the online magazine and full version including the article with Graham and Margy Frost of the wonderful haven of Balloch, click here

Taupo Ultra Marathon. New Zealand.

November 2017 – “Running is nothing more than a series of arguments between the part of your brain that wants to stop, and the part that wants to keep going.” So Taupo Ultra Marathon was pretty much one massive argument, for 11hrs20mins, over 74km of trails, road, and farmland. Amazing, loved it, Lake Taupo is beautiful, injuries suck but not every race can go to plan so just battle through, thumbs up to everyone who hammered their way through, marmite sandwiches are bloody fantastic. Taylor Pass Honey thank you so much for the fuel, you guys are awesome! @taylorpasshoney #taylorpasshoney #BeeWildStayPureNourishLife #TasteoftheUntouchedSouth

Ultra all sorts

A pre sunrise departure from Taupo across the lake made for a beaut start for a gruelling day that was awaiting. Snow clad Mt Ruapehu greeted us on the horizon as the sun came up, and in the foreground Lake Taupo sparkled under the clear blue sky.

Pulling into Kotukutuku Bay a shade after 7.30am was like setting foot in a race start looking nothing less than paradise; a tiny wee beach big enough for about 40 people- our entire race contingent, for the 74km run.

8am and the hooter went. 4km uphill trail to kick start the day, then we hung a right and pretty much ran around the lake back to Whakaipo Bay, all inclusive of a 2000m ascent, and some hefty descents chucked into the mix. (Money back guarantee.)

Unfortunately my calf, which was heavily strapped, decided to ping a mere 2km into it all.

Less than ideal.

And then I rolled my ankle, same leg. Great, everything obviously was not going to plan.

Oh, and that annoying guy behind you, who, as you roll your ankle and almost kiss the dirt, blurts out ‘Oh no!! Ah well, that’ll be the first of many!!”.. LET HIM PASS YOU, his five cent comments are only going to worsen…

Within half a second this race was all about the complete, not the compete. It’s a massive mind shift, and exhausting.

Shifting your goal posts a few metres as they say, (mine were shifted from let’s say Eden Park to Carisbrook Stadium…)

Needless to say, the first 15 km sucked big time, despite the beautiful surroundings of farmland and trails, and that big giant lake. (Singapore can fit into Lake Taupo, by the way. I was told that on the boat ride. #funfactanditsnotevenfriday

I was so very close to pulling out at one stage, but managed to get my head around the pain management side of things….power walk the uphill, shuffle/manage the flats, and thankfully, hammer the downhill.

So long as I had forward momentum and I was meeting the compulsory cut off times, I really had no excuse to pull pin. And I wasn’t last!!

And justifying a DNF to your mates would probably be worse than this pain. A case of a lesser of two evils.

Anyway, Richie McCaw played the Rugby World Cup final with a broken foot, so none of us have any excuses.

Luckily, the middle 25km section was lots of downhill on trail, so the groove was regathered, a reminder of why we love this stupid sport.

Awesome atmosphere, heaps of banter, never knew marmite sandwiches could taste so good.

At the 50km mark at Kinloch, despite the doctor’s orders the evening before at the race briefing, at the aid station I really tried to sweet talk to medic into flicking me an anti-flamme or two, this calf business wasn’t pretty. He frowned at me, then got on the blower to the doctor to check, and this happened:

“I can give you some pain killers?”

“I’ve been taking lots of them already.”

“Well Tom the doctor said if they’re not keeping on top of your pain, then perhaps you should pull out of the race.”

PAUSE

“There is. NO way. I’m pulling out now. Thank you.” And off I hobbled/walked/jogged, whatever the hell you call it after 7.5hrs of this when you still have a gnarly 24km hilly section to go.

By the way, sore heels is the worst!! I never knew it was actually a thing??!!

Luckily soon after another runner on the course hooked me up with some great little anti flammes, enough to get me to the end.

Just before 7.30pm as the sun dipped behind the mountains, I crossed the finish line, running!! Cracka.

11hr20mins, she was a fair old day out there.

Moral of this story;

When you find yourself saying almost outloud to yourself- ‘Gosh those cows are in great condition!!’ you know you’re doing your best to distract yourself from the hell you’re currently enduring..(they were really healthy looking cows though..)

Always be polite to medics, they may have to scrape you off the floor at some stage.

Take your anti flammes in your survival pack anyway, (they may get you to the finish line) Just hope the whole kidney failure thing the doctor spoke about actually isn’t a thing….

Mt Tappy, attempt #1. (Tapuae-o-Uenuku). Marlborough, New Zealand.

December 2013 – Never under-estimate a river. Mt Tapuae-o-Uenuku, New Zealand’s highest peak outside the Southern Alps. Standing at 2800m, its grandeur can be seen from all over Marlborough. A best bud Bridget and I decided we’d conqour it one early December weekend. Many have climbed it, we knew it was tough, but surely we’d make it? Turns out the Hodder River had different ideas. Although we took off pre dawn and into a great-weathered day, snow melt meant this auld waterway was hurling through at one heck of a force. Snow melt and steep terrain means an eventual uncrossable river. We made it two thirds of the way up the gorge, then reached a point that was impossible to cross. We’d already stretched out limits and bravery plenty of times that day, and after about six hours of hiking, we were toast. So we took a cup of cement, swallowed our pride, and turned around. Homeward bound. Yes we felt a defeated and gutted. But that’s the humbling nature of Mother Nature and rivers; they will win at the end of the day. Nearly 12 hours after set off we got back to the shearer’s quarters we’d spent the previous night in, sat down and had a cuppa, and thought to ourselves ‘Well that was a cool day river adventuring the mighty Hodder, navigating around 70 river crossings! Lucky us!’ Mt Tappy won’t be going anyway, so let’s pencil it in for another day. 

ULTRA TRAIL RUNNING Fresh Trails Mac Mac Ultra 100 miler. South Africa

May 28, 2019

When the runners are away, the media will play… “Keen for a bit of a hike up Mt Anderson this afternoon?” asks the photo/video guy. “Yea for sure,” replies the kiwi… A 12 hour mission of steep hiking, tough 4WD’ing in a non-4WD van, 🤣 epic sights, wonderful people, cockle-warming whisky, jaffles, guitar jams and great yarns….. And Mac Mac pools in the morning! Fun adventure times at the weekend with Arlo van Heerden, getting a few extra snaps as we captured the action of the brave and daring runners at MAC MAC ULTRA

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