Part of my busy daily beach routine was walking. The pretext is bird & whale watching but the not so hidden agenda is beer. On one such beer, bird amble, I met Sharon & Dale who took me under their wing. "We are runners". Not wrong. Their forte is 100K double marathons. I felt a bit lame talking about my occasional 10Ks. After breakfast with them, I set off back for South Africa & the Lowerveld. For once, I was fully equipped with "padkos" (Afrikaans for pack lunch).
The lowveld covers the Drakensberg escarpment. A mountainous area right next to Kruger. No motorbikes allowed in the Kruger so I kept to the roads. These roads had been described to me as the best biking roads in South Africa. The GS loved them. High speed sweeping bends on good tarmac punctuated with occasional potholes to keep you occupied. No more farting around on the soft stuff, the big 1200 showed what its real purpose in life is. High speed, long distance.
This is my last few days on the big bike. I've learnt to like it. Its big, fat & a handful at times. Its the chieftain tank of motorcycling. Policemen & little boys look on in awe & ask "why?". Its a tricky question to answer.
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