Mev Vis Arend
Race Dog
Although this ride was done in April 2010, this is my first long trip and attempt to write a RR. My Hubby, Visarend and I went to so many breathtaking places in this very short time that we are back into biking that I feel I must share some of it with you.
I got my first (and only) bike on the 19th of March 2010 and christened her Heksie as she is a pitch black Honda XR250. Never less the fact that she looked a bit like a Heksie, I hoped that she will be able to keep me upright as I only rode a bike once about 32 yeas ago and ended up in a thorn bush next to the railway track. None of my friends bach then or thereafter would allow me close to their bikes as my reputation with that little 50cc followed me like a shade.
The Hubby had a TA700 which he bought in February 2010. He never named her anything. She was like a real “skelmpie” - definitely there, but nameless.
We had a few days “due to us” and we decided to go for a little ride in the Oudshoorn area. We transported our precious “cargo” to Oudshoorn where we stayed in self catering chalets.
On our way to Oudshoorn. It is clear that although it is autumn already, we are going to have fantastic scenery.
We were up early the next morning on our way to the ride through Meiringspoort to Prins Albert, the Swartberg pass, the Hell and back to Oudshoorn. The man asked me if I want to ride with him which I politely declined. I mean, I had the papers (learners licence obtained 2 weeks ago) and I had Heksie and I had my pride. The Longggg shades should have been an indication that this is going to be a very long day.
This time the man took most of the photo’s as the fact that I just got my first bike and my learners did not make me close to a good rider. I was still very cautious every step of the way. The following pictures are of our ride through Meiringspoort.
And on route to Prins Albert
We refueled in Prins Albert and off we went to Swartberg Pass. This is so beautiful that no word in no Langue can describe it. You just have to do it yourself to experience it yourself. There is a feeling to it - as if the place is alive. You can hear the beat in you ears and feel it in your soul.
Hier skrik ek myself heeltemal uit my geloof uit. Ek het baie min vrese, maar hoogte is een. I knew we were some where on top of the world, but not so much on top .....
We are sort of level again and I can breath without my “asma-pompie”. The man told me that we are on our way to the Hell now, but what the hell, dit kan mos nie erger raak as wat dit nou was nie en ek het dit darem oorleef .......
I even do the water thing !!
And so does he....
Neeeeeee!! Ek is seker dit is nie ons padjie daardie nie, maar hier het ek begin te bargain met die Liewe Vader - net vir ingeval.
The man told me that it is our “paadjie” and I decided to drink from this clear stream just for incase it will be my very last drink ever.
I seriously thought to stop these guys just to inform them that my last will and testament is kept at Absa because I could not see myself making this. The man thought it was a big joke, so I could not trust him with this crucial information. Must say, he kept on comforting me and telling me that he would not bring me here if he did not belief in me.
Tot die alwyne wil flou word. Kyk hoe hel hulle oor na die een kant van vrees.
When I saw this road in the distance, I was convinced that it is one or other 4x4 route for very strong 4x4's men. The man said no ...... this is our route. “Asthma pompie” came out again.
..... en ek koop my stukkie grond - sommer so amper stilstaande op ‘n haarnaalddraai.
Hey, cow-girls don’t cry ... pick up the bike and bleddie go - which I did.
Dit bly mooi.
Ons is weer level !!!
Hier het ons ‘n brunchie en Hubby vertel my ons moet nou terug .... en ek wys hom waar my spaar asthma pompie is en hy vertel my “jy kan” en ek sê ja.
Doer onder is alweer ‘n 4x4 paadjie - wel, op daardie stadium het ek verkies om so te glo.
Ag, moeder ....
Shame, het daai klip op daai oom geval? Stomme oom Koos.
We made it! Ek het myself seker ten minste so vyf keer bekeer en eindloos gebargain. Wel, iets het gewerk, want ek was OK. The man said “I told you so”. I am sure I can claim this monument as mine.
The rest of Swartberg Pass is also breathtaking. I knew that we defiantly will have to do this pass again and again .....
My laaste gedagte van die dag was dat alhoewel ek vrek moeg is - emosioneel en liggaamlik, en nie kan wag vir môre nie. My trots het my definitief vandag aan die hakskeen gebyt, maar ek het teruggebyt en dit gemaak. Dit was een helse moraal booster.
I got my first (and only) bike on the 19th of March 2010 and christened her Heksie as she is a pitch black Honda XR250. Never less the fact that she looked a bit like a Heksie, I hoped that she will be able to keep me upright as I only rode a bike once about 32 yeas ago and ended up in a thorn bush next to the railway track. None of my friends bach then or thereafter would allow me close to their bikes as my reputation with that little 50cc followed me like a shade.
The Hubby had a TA700 which he bought in February 2010. He never named her anything. She was like a real “skelmpie” - definitely there, but nameless.
We had a few days “due to us” and we decided to go for a little ride in the Oudshoorn area. We transported our precious “cargo” to Oudshoorn where we stayed in self catering chalets.
On our way to Oudshoorn. It is clear that although it is autumn already, we are going to have fantastic scenery.
We were up early the next morning on our way to the ride through Meiringspoort to Prins Albert, the Swartberg pass, the Hell and back to Oudshoorn. The man asked me if I want to ride with him which I politely declined. I mean, I had the papers (learners licence obtained 2 weeks ago) and I had Heksie and I had my pride. The Longggg shades should have been an indication that this is going to be a very long day.
This time the man took most of the photo’s as the fact that I just got my first bike and my learners did not make me close to a good rider. I was still very cautious every step of the way. The following pictures are of our ride through Meiringspoort.
And on route to Prins Albert
We refueled in Prins Albert and off we went to Swartberg Pass. This is so beautiful that no word in no Langue can describe it. You just have to do it yourself to experience it yourself. There is a feeling to it - as if the place is alive. You can hear the beat in you ears and feel it in your soul.
Hier skrik ek myself heeltemal uit my geloof uit. Ek het baie min vrese, maar hoogte is een. I knew we were some where on top of the world, but not so much on top .....
We are sort of level again and I can breath without my “asma-pompie”. The man told me that we are on our way to the Hell now, but what the hell, dit kan mos nie erger raak as wat dit nou was nie en ek het dit darem oorleef .......
I even do the water thing !!
And so does he....
Neeeeeee!! Ek is seker dit is nie ons padjie daardie nie, maar hier het ek begin te bargain met die Liewe Vader - net vir ingeval.
The man told me that it is our “paadjie” and I decided to drink from this clear stream just for incase it will be my very last drink ever.
I seriously thought to stop these guys just to inform them that my last will and testament is kept at Absa because I could not see myself making this. The man thought it was a big joke, so I could not trust him with this crucial information. Must say, he kept on comforting me and telling me that he would not bring me here if he did not belief in me.
Tot die alwyne wil flou word. Kyk hoe hel hulle oor na die een kant van vrees.
When I saw this road in the distance, I was convinced that it is one or other 4x4 route for very strong 4x4's men. The man said no ...... this is our route. “Asthma pompie” came out again.
..... en ek koop my stukkie grond - sommer so amper stilstaande op ‘n haarnaalddraai.
Hey, cow-girls don’t cry ... pick up the bike and bleddie go - which I did.
Dit bly mooi.
Ons is weer level !!!
Hier het ons ‘n brunchie en Hubby vertel my ons moet nou terug .... en ek wys hom waar my spaar asthma pompie is en hy vertel my “jy kan” en ek sê ja.
Doer onder is alweer ‘n 4x4 paadjie - wel, op daardie stadium het ek verkies om so te glo.
Ag, moeder ....
Shame, het daai klip op daai oom geval? Stomme oom Koos.
We made it! Ek het myself seker ten minste so vyf keer bekeer en eindloos gebargain. Wel, iets het gewerk, want ek was OK. The man said “I told you so”. I am sure I can claim this monument as mine.
The rest of Swartberg Pass is also breathtaking. I knew that we defiantly will have to do this pass again and again .....
My laaste gedagte van die dag was dat alhoewel ek vrek moeg is - emosioneel en liggaamlik, en nie kan wag vir môre nie. My trots het my definitief vandag aan die hakskeen gebyt, maar ek het teruggebyt en dit gemaak. Dit was een helse moraal booster.
