Thursday 28th Day 7 (Ogangwa - Kunene River Lodge) ( 190km)
What goes up must come down
Leave early for a change, have a wimpy breakfast
Some ous don’t look to lekker this morning
Stop in Ruacanna for petrol and to fill up the petrol bladders as we aint gonna reach the next petrol station about (390 Km) Opuwo
We now head for Ruacanna Falls
Ruacanna Falls
The gate
A warning sign
The moerse strong flow of the falls.
Get back to the bikes and as I touch mine she donneres over. Dam I think she wanted to rest for a while.
Finally we have reached what we came for “The gravel roads” “Our journey and the fun starts here.
Some random pics.
Dammit we having a ball, in and out of the corners, over the humps, chasing each other at speeds of up 140km,
Im in the lead and the next thing I check is this moerse soft patch of sand and for some reason I slack off and dam im glad I did as its soft on top and some 4x4 has spun it up and I scheme to my self now this can only be a “moerse lekker” spot for some action photos. Quickly get threw and just get the camera on and here comes Tappet, sees me gets this :lekker vind gat”look on his face, “goois” the Ktm in 2nd, stands up opens up and all I check is that his bonnie is like trying to “gooi” him and his holding on for dear life and as the saying goes all good things must come to an end and the next thing I see is him hitting the sand and the bike flying right at him needles to say I took a quick photo
Dropped the camera and ran as I thought this is it. Ian was about a kilo away when all he saw was the dust cloud ass well.
As I get to Tappet he comes crawling out of the dust looking like a ? I dunno, I cant say, I think I was just too glad to see that he was still alive as I had promised my daughter that I would make sure she gets him back alive. (Dam that was close).
Tappet stands up and everything is covered in dust. He looks at me and says (Dam maar dit was befok, lewe ek nog) I checked him out and we started to “lag” “sommer” I think out of relieve that the idiot was still with us.
Some more photos of his spill
The sand trap
Ian helping him with the bike
Lesson learnt, Not quite sure, but we were “Lucky”
Damages 2 Mirrors, flicker bent engine protector 1 ankle, some soar ribs, a wee bit of bruising and the helmets sun protector which the back wheel had spun off whilst he was lying in the sand before the motor cut
We all took it slow to Kunene River Lodge that was about 5km away.
Booked us a patch of grass, stopped the bikes on it and went looking for the local watering possie as all of our cold ones were now hot ones. We relaxed and had a few cold ones and then had a few more cold ones.
Get back to our bikes and set up our perimeter defence with our tents in the middle. Ok ok we just set up camp. Happy now??
Tappet gives the Ktm some love and care and makes sure all is ok
Seeing as it wasn’t me who “donnered” down i opt to go and swim
So time flies by a few pics of the sun setting
As we told our story about poor old Tappets crash and that we had no time to go and hunt that day for a wild hog (No not a Harley), the locals took pity on us and gave us some food to eat (Steaks and veggies and apple pie with ice cream) and we once again washed it down with a numerous amount of the local water.
Tummies all full we went back to camp and dream land and Tappet tried his utmost best to better last nights snoring. He did succeed, he managed to keep up this incredible pain suffering racket of killing his own voice box and our ear drums.
Oh yes two crickets had the fortune of climbing into his tent, the next morning they came out surrendering, white flag and all
Only a Mother could love this
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