There’s something extraordinary about the Great Zuurberg Trek. It’s not just a race—it’s an adventure that leaves you both exhilarated and feeling strangely at home. As I set off for this year’s event, I knew I was in for a wild ride, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the unique blend of thrill, comfort, and community that awaited
Let’s start with the trails. The GZT team has truly mastered the art of creating trails that appeal to every kind of rider. Whether you’re a seasoned racing snake, an e-bike explorer, or a weekend warrior, the trails here will leave you wanting more. One moment, I was navigating rocky technical climbs that had my heart rate screaming at me; the next, I was flowing through single-track on the ridgeline that let me open up the throttle and soak in the raw beauty of the Addo landscape. And then, of course, there’s Monti’s—a serious climb that’s become legendary among riders. Conquering it felt like a rite of passage, and at the top, I found myself in the company of strangers who suddenly felt like old mates. We’d only known each other for the best part of 45 minutes, but the shared sense of accomplishment made it feel like we’d been training together for years.
One of the best parts? The water points along the way. These weren’t your standard quick pit stops; they were mini oases, stocked with everything a weary rider could dream of. From energy snacks, homemade banana bread to refreshing drinks, each water point was a moment to refuel, recharge, and get a little pep talk from fellow riders before hitting the next leg.
The race village, though, was where the true magic happened. Forget roughing it; GZT takes luxury camping to the next level. My tent was more like a hotel room, complete with a proper bed, a comfy mattress that hugged you after a long day, and thick duvets to keep the Karoo night chill at bay. And let me tell you, there’s something truly magical about waking up at the crack of dawn, slipping into slippers, and wandering over to the coffee truck for a freshly brewed cappuccino. This became our morning ritual—riders huddled together, sharing stories from the night before and swapping excitement for the day’s trails. It’s these simple, cozy moments that make you feel like you’re part of a big, quirky family.
And then, there’s the food. GZT didn’t just keep us fuelled; they fed us like royalty. Each meal was a feast, with options to suit every tastebud. As someone with a notorious sweet tooth, I was in heaven with the dessert spread every evening (I may have gone back for seconds… okay, maybe thirds). And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I discovered the Free Wheel Bar. Beer, wine, G&T’s—it was all there, and the best part? No need to reach for your wallet. There’s something wonderfully liberating about sharing a drink with fellow riders, knowing it’s all part of the experience. It felt like a mini festival for mountain bikers, where everyone’s invited.
And let’s talk about the service. At the end of each day, I’d cross the finish line, hand my dusty or muddy, trail weary bike to the GZT crew, and watch as they whisked it away for a well-deserved pampering session. My trusted steed got a daily manicure and pedicure—cleaned, polished, lubed, and left sparkling like it was straight off the showroom floor. Every morning, it was waiting for me, champing at the bit and ready to go. It’s safe to say my bike probably loved GZT as much as I did.
But what truly set this experience apart was the atmosphere. There were no egos, no pressure, just a group of people united by a love for mountain biking and the outdoors. From the hardcore “racing snakes” to the e-bike cruisers there to soak up the vibe, everyone was welcomed with open arms. Age, experience, skill level—none of it mattered. What did matter was the shared passion, the camaraderie, and the laughter around the race village after a proper day’s ride. GZT is unpretentious, a bit rough around the edges in the best possible way and filled with people who are there for the right reasons.
There were moments that’ll stick with me. The adrenaline rush of the 7 Dwarfs, a 7km downhill that had my heart racing and my fingers nervously feathering the brakes, all while feeling an invisible nudge to go just a little bit faster. The sense of achievement when we hit the top of Zuurberg Pass, and the pure joy of riding in one of the most breathtaking landscapes South Africa has to offer. These aren’t just memories—they’re experiences that connect you to people and places in a way that’s hard to describe.
Now, here back in my office overlooking the Jozi skyline, grinning at random moments, remembering those three incredible days in Addo. The Great Zuurberg Trek isn’t just a race to tick off your bucket list; it’s an experience that reminds you why you fell in love with mountain biking in the first place. It’s about the trails, yes, but also about the people, the stories, and the sense of freedom that only a weekend in the saddle can bring.
I’m already counting down the days to GZT 2025, eager to reunite with the friends and to see what the GZT trail builders have in store for us. If you’re up for an unforgettable journey filled with good vibes, great people, and even better rides, I’ll see you in Addo next year.
After all, isn’t that what mountain biking is all about?
Great Zuurberg Trek | 22-25 May 2025 | Addo, Eastern Cape | www.greatzuurbergtrek.co.za