We planned to ride thru to the Rondawel
farm house (an interim stop) almost 190km away.
We still had to climb out of the kloof to Willowmore. Another long day in the saddle. Scott told us the evening before that he’ll
only ride to Willowmore – he planned to leave at 7am. Leon was on alarm duties for the day. We wanted to get up at 4am to get into the
road at 5am, but were only woken up at 5am.
He accidently set his alarm an hour later.
We got stuck around the breakfast table,
with lots of laughter and friendly banter.
The whole pink panther story was relayed to Hestelle. And with tears rolling down everybody’s
cheeks, in walked Scotty. He was much
surprized to still find us at breakfast – we should have been long gone. He almost appeared disappointed to find us
still there. When we left around 6 am,
he told us that he’ll take off around 8am.
On the way to Nuwe Kloo |
Riding out of the kloof, I was feeling very
weak. I suppose the previous 3 days hard
effort caught up with me. My mind was
also wavering a bit on the effort to keep up with Leon and JT. They waited a lot for me. At one such stop they decided to stop at the
Baviaans Curio Shop for coffee. I was
grateful for the break. As we were
having coffee, Scotty rode down the road.
His 1st reaction was to not see us, but the 3 boertjie waived
him over, ordered some more coffee and made him pay for everything… That will teach him some bike ethics, more on
that later.
He gave up riding on his own, and decided
to join us all the way to Willowmore. I
was still battling to stay with the group and whilst going up the Nuwe Kloof
pass, decided that I’ll go as far as Willowmore. I couldn’t tell the others because they were
too far ahead of me and thought that I’ll send them a message once I got some
cell reception again. I stopped
frequently to take in the scenery (and some photos). I needed to get the fun factor back.
Great was my surprize when I found Leon, JT
and Scotty sleeping next to the road at the top of the 2nd climb
out. They also decided that they’ll only
ride to Willowmore – they also needed to find their fun factor. Leon did send me a message earlier, but I
only got the message once back in Willowmore.
We got into Willowmore and stopped at the 1st
coffee shop we saw. As we were ordering
food, a gentleman walked up to us, introducing himself as Paul Moult. He drove through from George to give me a
product to fix my bike! It’s called
Wrap-Tech. He handed me two packets of
the product and explained in much detail how it works. The packet only weighs about 100g and
consists out of a small piece of steel Pratley Putty and a small bandage with
some bonding agent in it. He offered to
put it on the broken piece of frame, but the food arrived and I said to him
that I’ll do it later in the day and send him the pictures.
I never fixed the frame and felt very
guilty about it. When we arrived at the
Willow Hotel, I phoned Elitza to tell her about the last few days and the
change in plans. I must have sounded
like crap, because it was a short chat.
I slept the whole afternoon.
Everybody caught up on some much needed
sleep that afternoon. We all sounded
much better around the dinner table and were treated to the biggest T-bone I
have ever seen. I wolfed it down in only
a few of minutes. The rest and dinner
must have revitalized me, I had a lot nicer chat with Elitza later on.
We planned to leave around 3 am the next
morning, but Glenn (race director) told us that there’s no need, because we
only wanted to go to Prince Albert. It
normally only takes about 12 hours to get there. So we changed to leave at 5am.