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" You have never lived until you have challenged life, and for those who have, life has a flavour the protected will never know " Marnitz Nienaber
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Boet Werrie June 17 Day 7: Kranzkop to Romansfontein
Luckily for me we only planned to ride to
Romansfontein (about 140km with a 1,500m ascent, with only the Stormsberg
Block House portage), an easy day. I
prepared breakfast of bacon and eggs for us, and forced the food and a glass of
rehydrate down my throat. I told Leon
and Worried Gazza that I’ll see how I’ll hold up in the morning, and will make
a call if I’m going to take a rest/half day.
Unbeknown to me at that time, Worried Gazza also told Leon that they’ll
have to leave me behind, because I’ll slow them down.
Starting off from Kranzkop
Luckily for me, I must have gotten rid of
whatever upset my stomach and started feeling much better. I was being a tourist again, taking lots of
photos and sending it on the whatsapp, chatting to Elitza and generally having
Closer to Broterlea, Worried Gaza, first
stuck to my rear tyre, and later on latched onto Leon’s. Whilst we were having a wonderful chat (and
lots of soup) with Alta at Brosterlea,
Worried Gaza was having a miserable
time, visiting the bathroom constantly.
When we started out to Romansfontein, we
dropped Worried Gazza. We were having a
blast! We were like kids jumping over
speed humps, joking the whole time, laughing a lot. We were escorted by a running herd of Blesbok
for 10km! We took photos of everything
and spent quite a bit of time at the British ruined forts and block houses at
Stormsberg. Even admiring the goings on
of a family of ground squirrels. We were
happy to be relieved from Worried Gazza’s negative aura.
Behaving like tourists
Leon told me his mountain biking
background. He did the Trans Baviaans (a
non-stop 230km ride) in just over 8 hours!
And he came 3rd in the Munga (1,000km non stop).
Completed 9 Cape Epics! WOW!
He is a top endurance athlete! So
I asked him how he’s finding the Freedom Challenge? His response stunned me – the toughest race
he’s ever tackled… Well… that puts it
According Leon, it’s not just the terrain
that is so much tougher. It’s the
navigation part that contributes greatly to the toughness of the race,
especially when you’re doing it at night.
Not knowing if you’re on the right route. And the portages… But he loved it, and won’t have it any other
way. This is true mountain biking. Good man!
The Block house at Stormsberg
Arriving at Romansfontein, we had the
unexpected pleasure of sharing the house with Glenn and Meryl – the race
directors. It was good to catch up with
Glenn, in his quite way, was
asking how my arse was doing…? And then
produced a tube of anaesthetic ointment for me to use. Interesting…
About an hour later Worried Gazza arrived,
appearing even more miserable than before.
He was in a very deep dark hole.
I gave him some more rehydrate, and Glenn took over talking some
positivity in him. He contracted
whatever I chucked down the loo at Kranzkop – die blinde sjambok is ‘n
bliksem! He spray-painted every loo in
Leon in his normal mischief
called him Picasso. So from that moment
onward Worried Gazza was rechristened Picasso.
Picasso had a dreadful night.
We met another rider, Jacques
Tattersal. He started a day after Leon
(2 days after me). He apparently took a
very bad fall earlier in the race. His
legs and arms were testament to that. He
was very tired when he got in, but mentioned, he felt like a fresh spring daisy
after he saw Picasso.
He asked what our plan for the next day
was, and mentioned that it fitted to his.
So we planned to ride together the next day.