After breakfast, I set out once again onto the streets of Cape Town this time in search of a Sertao. A BMW Sertao to be specific. Lourens showed me the bike. Almost as good as new - few miles on clock, new tyres, new chain. "You know its not going to look like this when I bring it back?" "No problems, David". He seemed very relaxed comforted no doubt by the size of the deposit I had just left open. "What happens if I have a puncture?". "You mend it - here are a couple of tubes". Knowing the answer I asked "How do I get the wheels off with no centre stand?". "You'll find a way David..."
I fitted my satnav & tank bag & headed off following the coast south with a short sojourn to attend to an oil leak caused by me not tightening the oil cap properly (yes, I know).
What followed was 20 or so miles of breathtaking scenery. For the most part the road hugged the coastline with sheer cliff edges plunging into the Atlantic to my right & the towering peaks of the Table Mountain Park to my left. I was heading for Scarborough to catch up with an occasional visitor to Oakamoor.
Scarborough is a quiet cluster of a few hundred houses overlooking a wild sea & a white sandy beach.
Graham lives in an open plan house perched high enough to see the weather coming in which helps when deciding whether to kite surf or just surf today. Between surf choices, he runs his business. Somewhere along the way, I have definitely missed a trick.
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