Winterton in
the Drakenberg Range
I exchanged
the bikes in Pretoria. The starship was a pleasure but just a bit too OTT for
downtown anywhere. It concerned me that I was in the same category as a Range
Rover nob. God forbid. Back on the little
bike it felt small - like I should be pedaling.
Morning didn’t
start well. Bike wouldn’t start (there’s a theme emerging here). Jeff got me
started with jump leads. Well, the bike had been standing for a week so give it
a break. I decide to rack some battery reviving KMs up. 250K later I stopped.
Bike wouldn’t start. Local Afrikaner – “I have worked in Stockport” provided
jump leads & I bit the biking bullet & turned back.
500K round
trip for a new battery. Jason sorted me out. He was off to Namibia with a bunch
of Russians at the weekend. Forecast was 40C+.
I re-traced
my steps. Battery charged, I was back up & running. I headed for the
Mountains – the Drakesenberg. The Golden Gate NP provided a spectacular
backdrop. The road carves through Orange & red cliff faces. Hairpins surprised
me as I looked in all directions but the right one.
I am now in
Winterton under a tree full of Lesser Masked Weavers – its dusk & they’re
rousting. It’s a racket. 10K from my overnight stop the bike stopped. Blown
fuse. Grrr..
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