Michiel
Race Dog
- Joined
- Jul 4, 2008
- Messages
- 1,519
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- Location
- Bloemfontein, Vrystaat
- Bike
- Kawasaki KLR 650
That old lady at Loxton was a real sweetie, she had no obligations to open up for us on that
Saturday late afternoon. Because she's short and couldn't quite see inside the petrol tank and I
was distracted with a phone call to my dad she overfilled the tank and spilled about half a litre
of petrol over my tank bag and engine. She was so kind I didn't even mind...
The Dutch Reformed Church in Loxton is all overgrown with a Venetian creeper. Must be a sight to behold
in autum when the leaves turn red.
From Loxton we hurried along in the direction of Vosburg via Pampoenpoort. The road is a joy to ride.
Unfortunately the end of the day has caught up with us and by the time we reached Pampoenpoort it
was evident that we won't make Orania unless we travel the remaining +- 250km of dirt in the dark.
With nocturnal creatures emerging from their daytime hiding places the risk of killing a furry animal
was just too great so we decided to rather make an unscheduled stop. Another reason I don't like riding
dirt roads at night is that one miss all the beautiful scenery, what a waste!
So we settled down on Pampoenpoort Train Station's stoep.
I went in search of water as both Dustdevil and I only had 1/2 a litre of water left. Not only was I thirsty but
I also desperately wanted to wash my hands. (I've got a obsession with washing my hands)
Believe it or not but I couldn't find a drop of water! There was a enclosed concrete reservoir a little distance
into the veld but the tiny amount of water that was left in it was not reachable unless I climbed inside. Uuum,
nah, I'll wash my hands tomorrow. We were just too tired to care much.
Dustdevil fell asleep as soon as his head hit the custom, made from clothes, pillow. Decent or not, who was to see?
I was so inspired by the atmosphere I scurried around the thorns and bushes to take some pictures.
With only the slightest kiss of a breeze blowing across the vast open plains of the Northern Cape the
night sky was crisp and clear, the stars were out in quantities that made us lyrical. We even witnessed
some sort of shooting star, only it was stranger as it burnt too long and bright to be just that.
Saturday late afternoon. Because she's short and couldn't quite see inside the petrol tank and I
was distracted with a phone call to my dad she overfilled the tank and spilled about half a litre
of petrol over my tank bag and engine. She was so kind I didn't even mind...
The Dutch Reformed Church in Loxton is all overgrown with a Venetian creeper. Must be a sight to behold
in autum when the leaves turn red.
From Loxton we hurried along in the direction of Vosburg via Pampoenpoort. The road is a joy to ride.
Unfortunately the end of the day has caught up with us and by the time we reached Pampoenpoort it
was evident that we won't make Orania unless we travel the remaining +- 250km of dirt in the dark.
With nocturnal creatures emerging from their daytime hiding places the risk of killing a furry animal
was just too great so we decided to rather make an unscheduled stop. Another reason I don't like riding
dirt roads at night is that one miss all the beautiful scenery, what a waste!
So we settled down on Pampoenpoort Train Station's stoep.
I went in search of water as both Dustdevil and I only had 1/2 a litre of water left. Not only was I thirsty but
I also desperately wanted to wash my hands. (I've got a obsession with washing my hands)
Believe it or not but I couldn't find a drop of water! There was a enclosed concrete reservoir a little distance
into the veld but the tiny amount of water that was left in it was not reachable unless I climbed inside. Uuum,
nah, I'll wash my hands tomorrow. We were just too tired to care much.
Dustdevil fell asleep as soon as his head hit the custom, made from clothes, pillow. Decent or not, who was to see?
I was so inspired by the atmosphere I scurried around the thorns and bushes to take some pictures.
With only the slightest kiss of a breeze blowing across the vast open plains of the Northern Cape the
night sky was crisp and clear, the stars were out in quantities that made us lyrical. We even witnessed
some sort of shooting star, only it was stranger as it burnt too long and bright to be just that.