We drove the sixty kilometres to Piketberg, and drove all the way through the little town nestled at the foot of the Piket Mountains, just to turn left at the Piket Bo-berg sign. What a beautiful view circling up the mountain and reaching the plateau at the top, where a whole world opened up. On top of these mountains, farms were laying close to the sky, orchards full of fruit trees and vineyards and lavenders surprised us. We found a little nursery with a coffee shop serving coffee and cake of the day. On our way down we could see the hang gliders floating freely down the slopes.