Lesotho Spacewalk

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I check for a new entry every day... come on Kk! We're waiting just for you.

Feels like I've got a writer's block though I'll make an attempt.

After spending one night on the farm we packed up and took off looking forward to some relaxing time
on the road. With Kk's bike washed and looking good we rolled down the tar on our way to Bloemfontein
and in turn Maseru. I had a "good" route planned through Lesotho so we spared the bikes for that.

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Michiel, ek wil graag uitbrei maar my selfoon het in die kakhuis geval en die fotos met dit... Die foto's het gewoonlik die geheue gekick start.
 
Kalaharikreef said:
Michiel, ek wil graag uitbrei maar my selfoon het in die kakhuis geval en die fotos met dit... Die foto's het gewoonlik die geheue gekick start.


Waaaahahahaa.

Daar is ek ook ge subscraaib.
 
Ag nee fok!  ::)

Ek het gelukkig al jou fotos so sal dit op Photobucket laai en jou verduidelik hoe om by dit uit te kom.  :deal:
 
Hando said:
Kalaharikreef said:
Michiel, ek wil graag uitbrei maar my selfoon het in die kakhuis geval en die fotos met dit... Die foto's het gewoonlik die geheue gekick start.


Waaaahahahaa.

Daar is ek ook ge subscraaib.

Likewise......kom julle...gooi nog.
 
a Two day old leftover from Michiel's Krismis celebration accompanied our chicken pot and conversation that evening... Now I do not know a lot but what I do know is that a two day leftover accompanying a chicken pot devastates the intestines but, that is not important right now.
Definitely a bit later, but not right now, as for a second time I was forced to take out my imaginary pipe as Michiel quipped 'I quip, I had the funniest thought (not the funny haha type but, the other type of funny) the other day during Krismis dinner while everybody reminisced about the worst drought to have hit Jagersfontein in the past 100 years as we looked over the dusty Freestate plains en die brandmaer skape.'
'Some of the family blamed it (the drought not the dusty plains and brandmaer skape) on Monsanto while others blamed it on the ANC but my uncle blamed it on our sins (probably the devils doing) and the punishment meted out by a very vengeful God that is somehow so preoccupied with the wrongs that mere mortals commit that all manner of living things that is directly involved with these mortals are also punished indirectly... Poor brandmaer skaap'.
'Seems funny' Michiel quipped.

The next morning was when the previous nights chicken pot, with leftover, became very important as I was woken from my deep slumber by the most almighty of bowel disintegrations. Now as a kid I learnt that whistling and pulling the blanket over your head is very good at keeping ghosts, tokoloshes and all manner of ghouls away. I know it works, for as far as I can remember, I have not been disturbed by one single spook as a *youf
So I started whistling, as sitting on the throne with a blanket over one's head would have looked rather very silly indeed had someone seen me, to keep my nightmarishly pre-occupied sphincter at bay as I walked in *Donald Duck like fashion to do my *number 2 and a half.. Luckily the whistling helped to keep the ghoul at bay until I just about made it to the crapper.

So still whistling (for more enlightened reasons than keeping ogres at bay) we packed all of our meagre equipment, including sleeping bags and blow-up matresses, and set out in the general direction of Lesotho and Maseru, our port of entry.

First we had to do a Bloemfontein flyby as I have been very legitimately riding with no number plate for the past three years and the pepols running the permit system at the 'siels tystering' called bodda posts probably required me to have one.

So still whistling, this time to keep us safe from the ghouls running passport control, we pulled into the South African side of this nightmarish place and proceeded to have our faces looked at and stamped. I must say the whistling probably helped as we dispatched with both sides in less than 15minutes. Try doing a level of ghoul dispatching while video gaming in twice that amount of time. I bet you won't.

*youf - like the unemployed 40 year old cadres running the ANC Youf league.

*Donald Duck - walking from the knees downward without using your hips.

*number 2 and a half. - spuitpoep or pissing through the anus.

*pepols - the general South African i.e. Joe Public that generally feels entitled.
 
:laughing4: Very funny writing, I enjoy your style a lot! There is something of Herman Charles Bosman in it. Give us more!  :spitcoffee:
 
I have just consumed a tin of kondensmelk for a "midnight snack". Literally. Midnight I mean.
The whole tin.

What do you think Kk mean when he say he's been in "Bruce Springsteen mode" for the last
couple of days?  :scratch:
 
Brilliant stuff.

Kk is obviously a very "diep seun" possessing great insight coupled with enormous verbal and linguistic prowess.

:sip:
 
I'm sorry, the leftover food I served that evening could not have been to blame for Kk's dilemma.
It should be noted that stress and fear for the unknown can also cause stomach ailments.  :deal:

Not so early the next morning we got packing and set off. Amongst all the usuals we each carried
a tent and the necessary comforts for camping. I thought this necessary as we had no set schedule
and that makes it probable that we might end up in the middle of nowhere at the end of a day.
One thing I didn't want from this trip was the, all too well known, end of daylight rush to get to
the nearest place of accommodation.

A quick stop in Bloemfontein then turned into a long stop as Kk had one after the other problem with
his kit. I told him, he might have been able to get away without a number plate on his bike for 3 years
but there are more and eager speedcops on the Thaba Nchu road than in the whole of the Northern Cape.
To avoid disaster we had to sort this out asap!

Fortunately my usual numberplate shop was open and even better they actually had NC plates! We quickly
fitted this beaute and as we swung our legs over the iron horses Kk discovered his bladder is leaking...
So back into town we headed, to the mall and into the shops. I was getting hot inside my jacket.
 

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This rr is going nowhere slowly...  ::)

Know that feeling when you're slightly anxious and anticipate something big about to happen? As we neared
the border with Lesotho I wasn't having such a feeling. Sadly this sort of anticipation has dulled down since the
first few times I visited The Mountain Kingdom some years ago now. Having criss-crossed the mountains on a
plastic bike also doesn't help to preserve that feeling of wildness to the mountains. It somehow seems familiar now.

Photos by Kk.

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The usual commenced at the border. I really don't know why they still bother. I actually once walked straight through
and back again without being stopped. We cross the border in many places where no one keeps watch. I'm up for just
making Lesotho part of SA or at least borderless or something like the EU.

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After all the excitement of border crossing we thought a meal at the new Maseru Mall should be in order.
Believe it or not but ice cream or any ice cream related treats are a very scarce commodity in Lesotho. I
know this because I'm forever looking forward to my next pink milkshake!  ;D

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You're probably wondering what this is all about, so let me explain.

I met Tumi three years ago while filming the very first Lesotho Sky Mountain bike race dreamt into existense
by Christiaan Schmidt and Darol Howes. At the time Tumi seemed like just another new face but since then I
have been entertained and astonished by this little guy from the Mountain Kingdom. During that first year the
media team set out to introduce a star of the event, a local rider, to which the rest of the country could relate.

Tumi has since then become a successful business owner, President of the Lesotho Cycling Association and alongside
his riding partner the local winners of the Lesotho Sky Mountain Bike race. Tumi is today as famous in Lesotho
as the race itself. See that first race documentary here: The Lesotho Sky 2011- The Story on Vimeo
 

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I'll tell you a little more about Tumi, but first have a look at this.

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Tumi was unfortunately quite busy when we rocked up so Kk and I fooled around with a really cool bicycle while we
waited for a turn to chat to the famed Mosotho.

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I also had to have a go. Vey weird!  ;D

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