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After a while, I walked around the hilltop. Björn indicated the boundaries of their farm, and it extends over a vast area to the mountains in the distance. The view from the chapel is spectacular in all directions. It truly is one of the most unique places which I have had the privilege of...

Björn suggested that I spend some quiet time here on my own with Brandon. He said that I should take all the time I need, lit a candle, left me alone in the chapel and then I heard the bell ring four times. No words can really describe that moment. I spent some time in the chapel, it was a...

Björn had asked me if I had 20 minutes to spare, he wanted to show me something, so off we went in his Land Cruiser, to their farm, just down the road and then some dirt roads at a considerable speed and then stopped at the foot of a hill. On top of the hill is a chapel. Not what I had...

I met up with Bjorn and Katja at the hotel, ready to leave and he asked if I had some time to spare, he wanted to take me to his farm to see something. I will come back to that, but he also noticed "oil" on the front of Matilda's engine. Closer inspection seemed to indicate that the seal on the...

29 July 2021 Packing Matilda in the dark.

I went across the road to the Helmeringhausen Hotel and met Bjorn and Katja Basler, the owners, and I got a special rate for the night. I had supper with Bjorn and it was off to bed.

I needed to calm down, the local shop, a cold Windhoek Draught, which I had sitting outside on the stoep.

On my way to Helmeringhausen, I passed the De Klerk farm, owners of Mount D'Urban campsite, where I stayed on my way up. I did not not do it then, but it was time for sticker no 65.

Once the adrenaline stopped, I was able to continue to Helmeringhausen.

At that stage, I had no idea what had gone wrong. I went into a corner at about 90 km/h, the front suddenly washed away, tank slap and Matilda turned into a bucking bronco. All I can remember was shouting, "God help me" and then I was in the air, Matilda was snaking, I was trying to keep the...

I truly hope that many people will do what you have done, yesterday is gone, today is your domain, tomorrow is unknown. Make the most of today.

It had been a ride without any major issues, apart from the gentle lie-downs of Matilda when I was not paying attention, but about 80 km from Helmeringhausen, things went horribly wrong. The stone is where it started, Matilda in the distance, is where it ended.

I had to take a photo of the windmill.

On to the C19 / C14 T-junction where sticker no 64 was placed.

Zarishoogte Pass, where sticker no 63 was stuck up for Brandon.

Next, Zarishoogte Pass.

This was my first venture into Africa, little did I know then, that it was the gate way into something bigger than what I thought it would ever be. Thank you for taking the time to share this trip with me.

Heading to Helmeringhausen.

Along the way, I came across this dry river bed, like I did in Remhoogte Pass, with blue rocks. Blue, Brandon's colour. It was an emotional moment and I collected a few rocks before continuing.

The Courier Guy arrived at my door this morning with a package. Through the generosity of Chris and Jan at Flying Brick, Herman (aka Bike_Buddies) and Paul and Lorraine at Allan Lewis Motorcycles, I was blessed with a new set of Crash Bar Bags, a Connector Ring Set for my Tank Bag, a Headlight...