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We turned off the A1 onto an off-road track that took us winding through some village areas. It seems the further off the main routes you get the more happy the locals are to see you. Everyone waving and smiling from young to old. Even the Teenage boys.
After a few KMS we stopped to re-group and Jules told me my Topbox was waving at him more than usual. Quick wiggle showed the tail section moving – not good! Sub frame broken on Both sides. We only had a few KMS to go to get to Molumong so we decided to take it slowly and have a look at plan when we got there.
Pistol was whining again, pointed out that we had passed a few shabeens on route without stopping – gees this Man can just sense beer. We didn’t know for sure that our overnight destination could provide beer and food, but that did not concern us – we would make a plan (promise).
And Briggsy had a permanent grin cause he was just a happy bunny, couldn’t care about Pistols no beers for a while or broken sub frames (well until later) or the dust that Jules was making – he was just loving being out there in the mountains enjoying what the ride threw at him (Oh and did I mention on road tyres???)
So now I have full faith in the GPS routing capability but quietly thinking to myself Fok waar vat jy my nou!! When it made us do a hairpin down what looked like nowhere ever used little track - this was supposed to be taking us to our “lodge”. My concern didn’t last for more than 200 meters as there up ahead appeared the stone buildings I recognised from my Googling!
We Arrive at Molumong
After a few KMS we stopped to re-group and Jules told me my Topbox was waving at him more than usual. Quick wiggle showed the tail section moving – not good! Sub frame broken on Both sides. We only had a few KMS to go to get to Molumong so we decided to take it slowly and have a look at plan when we got there.
Pistol was whining again, pointed out that we had passed a few shabeens on route without stopping – gees this Man can just sense beer. We didn’t know for sure that our overnight destination could provide beer and food, but that did not concern us – we would make a plan (promise).
And Briggsy had a permanent grin cause he was just a happy bunny, couldn’t care about Pistols no beers for a while or broken sub frames (well until later) or the dust that Jules was making – he was just loving being out there in the mountains enjoying what the ride threw at him (Oh and did I mention on road tyres???)
So now I have full faith in the GPS routing capability but quietly thinking to myself Fok waar vat jy my nou!! When it made us do a hairpin down what looked like nowhere ever used little track - this was supposed to be taking us to our “lodge”. My concern didn’t last for more than 200 meters as there up ahead appeared the stone buildings I recognised from my Googling!
We Arrive at Molumong