What followed could be best described as a horror movie. Those types were even the bravest of us cry and scream (we will of course deny this). It was bad. The short-cut between Mkuze and Sudwana, and what started as a stunning scenic route quickly changed into a horror of 4hours of soapy, cattle ripped, 2x4 scared, never graded soap opera of girl like screams and pant wetting monstrosity of a road.
In this confusion, and what seems like an eternity we met up with Mr. Tar Road. Bloody Hell were we relieved. The only problem was the horror took more than 4 hours and we were fast running out of sunlight, and the ice is busy melting. Smithey helped with some beers again (All of us helped)
We made the very wise decision not to try and make it to Mabibi due to bad light. We would travel towards Mabibi turnoff - and grab the first or anything that could resemble a camp site - even if it is rural...
Unfortunately we never got any along the way but only this sign much too fast. Driving on tar was great...
I must just add the sign post above was photographed on our way back. It was wet and dark and dark and wet, and then some wet some more with a little dark ontop.
We were men and men don’t cry, and it could not possibly be as bad as what we already endured....and by the way it is on 30Odd km - not 88km of bad road.....
Dam dam dam - I hate the man in me. If I was gay - B&B. But no - we have to prove we were men. And how long would/could this take us...????
:bueller: :bueller: :bueller: :bueller:
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30Km in pitch darkness, poor signboards, and did I mention soaked to the bone? It took us 4 hours to drive the 30KM.
Man we were dead on our feet. The only thing that kept us going is the knowledge that the longer we take the more ice will melt and the beers goanna get warm. A bad crash meant a smoke (nerve) break and a cold beer. Not having eaten anything since we left home at 5:30 was a BADDDDD idea. Only beer could save the day. And it did.
Refer to Smithey's earlier post. Everyone fell. Some just fell and others fell. Brad fell some much that he ditched the bike and drive with Thomas. Of course we have to help with the Beer again.
At this stage we were so tired (Wasted in a good sense) that we did not take a waypoint of where the bike was left - nor even remotely tried to recall the route (not that we would have been able to.
Along the way we got stuck. And with "we" I talk about Dreamer leading the way and Thomas the support guys short on his tail. The jeep was stuck up to its chassis.
Only 1 thing remained. Help with the beer.
Just kidding. 10:00PM we disconnect trailer (did 1 mention that it was dark, very damm dark) Luckily the jeep had got power - and lots of it and manage to dry the mud with its laser beams.....in this case Low range brute power.
