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Day 3 Palmwag to Opuwo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mx78tUar04k

Lying in bed early that morning listening to the hyena announcing his presence as first light was breaking was a bit special. Even more so, whilst lying there, was my first fart with no consequence! What a relief! I think more relieved than me was the medic Ockie! He’d given me some industrial grade Imodium that had sorted whatever was wrong out.

On Ockie, he’s clearly been around the block a few times. He had a quick smile or chirp and an easy going nature, but every morning he’d make a round of the camp asking specifically after any issues that had cropped up or needed to be seen to. He took a proactive attitude to expedition medicine. It was made specifically clear on more than one occasion that getting hurt or ill was not going to score any points, but, trying to tough it out or ignore it would attract big penalties.

I wear wicking longjohns under my braces. It seems counter intuitive when riding in 40 degree heat, but it’s layers that keep one dry and cool and also prevent chafe. Gerrit and I do it.



Sunrise spoilt by these two uglies



Ok, now it’s 4 and mal Johannes has photo bombed  too.



Mornings were a bit hectic; there wasn’t much time to faf and still make the timings for the day. But the rhythm had started to settle in. Most of what goes where had now become easy to remember. I know my own personal systems take a few days to settle.

Breakfast



With briefing







That morning, after Phil and I had chatted a little more about us working together and replayed a few moments from the day before. We’d had a few good conversations and were gelling nicely. But, in the spirit of collaboration, we agreed that sharing the personality insights with the group could be helpful. Now tactically this is, on the face of it, not very bright as it seems to remove an advantage our team would have. But, this was a flipping long event and it was impossible to finish well without the help of others. There were multiple times a day where small and large favours were required to be given, sometimes at great cost, to get through. An example and one of many was our first puncture, Barbara and Charl stopped and without their help, we would have been there in the hot sun and dust a LOT longer. I am certain it was the right thing to do. There were some less obvious reasons;

Even during Bootcamp, I’d been peppered the whole time with comments about my profession. (I work with teams and people and use a variety of psychometrics) They were mostly the innocent kind along the lines of, “yeah well, this should be easy for you because this is what you do”, but some were a little more pointed, “I bet you’re analysing everyone?” type comments. So by sharing a bit of what I do in service of the group, it would hopefully reduce the mild sense that somehow I was advantaged.

It would be helpful for me to use that knowledge to best navigate some of the dynamics with others. I suppose I could use it to push buttons in a negative way but that’s not that helpful because no matter how skilled at getting an advantage one may be, it will cause relationship issues when used with bad intent. It was very helpful later when I was helping others get through some tough times.

Lastly, it could help me with a dynamic that I often experience in groups that I am a part of and especially ones that know me from the forum. It happened again just yesterday at Willem and Donavan’s fund raising – “Oh, so you’re Kamanya! I expected a wild, much bigger guy.” It sometimes takes a while for people to get past an initial perception which leaves them a little distanced. For example, just one vignette (of many) from a blind spot that comes from my type; You don’t conform to rules and hate any attempts at being controlled. At the same time your tendency to take control assumes that others will comply and conform to you. This can create tension in relationships. So, the  point was to disarm this perception by owning up to it.

Of course, there’s another one too; I can’t help myself sometimes!

Of course, it could have backfired as people could seriously doubt our intentions and in particular begin to undermine us if they perceived us to be exploiting it.

I floated the idea at breakfast and seemed to get a positive response.

The mornings ride was brilliant with the group riding with better rhythm and pace. Also the roads were better groomed and the scenery spectacular. I was having fun.





Dust art





A key moment that I knew Phillip and I had become a bit more of a team was in a series of twisty gravel canyon road. It was dangerous because of the dust and the possibility of oncoming cars. Peppered in too were these big trucks that from time to time came thundering past. For a good few seconds life is blotted out and it’s nearly impossible to even see your partner. In one blind rise with a left corner behind it and a little hanging dust, me sitting just back from his wheel, we both miscalculated the bend. In that moment, we both hit the brakes at exactly the same time, took exactly the same avoiding action and both then recalibrated and power slid around in tandem. It was glorious to watch. At the next break he commented on that corner, laughing that he cocked it up and that he thought I would be laughing at his mistake. “No! you should have seen it,  I did exactly the same thing, it was superb!” was my reply.

At a stop just after that I launched into the Enneagram. For a quick 10 minute introduction, I wondered how much they had absorbed and would they find it useful.

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About half the group took me up seriously in having me give more info on specifics about what would work well between the two of them and what wouldn’t. Interestingly every team I did do a little work with had a high degree of a trait called agreeability. No wonder as a group, we all got on rather well. Later, it was fun to spend just a little time with each team subsequently to go into dynamics and some solutions to their unique combination.

We had very little time for stopping to sightsee. It was a risk to stop at all because the team in front if we so much as dallied more than 2 or 3 minutes would invariably turn around and come look for us. This would trigger the same behaviour all the way to the front. Grant and Glen of team 5, were ahead of us and on the ball and over the next 10 days not once missed coming back for us if we had an issue.

Here, we risked a photo of our first sighting of elephant



Then, not far from there, Marcel and SP were not behind us. We waited for 30 seconds and then turned. We felt quite smug as we rode up to them that we’d picked this up so quickly and found them only about 2 kilometres back already with the front wheel off and going about starting to fix the tyre. We stopped and high 5’d as John was there so that would be points for us surely. Phillip went over to see if he could help but John said to carry on so as to prevent the whole column coming back, but he was asked, “what took so long it’s been at least 18 minutes?”

Phillip and I knew this was impossible and he contested this knowing that this was not going to look good on the days scoreboard. We stated our case and left it, arguing in the hot sun wasn’t fun. As we were about to get going again, Glen and Grants lights were coming over the rise. They too had done their job. We asked how far had they ridden to get to us, they confirmed only 4 or so k’s, so we weren’t imagining things. It left a bit of a sour note especially as this had been stressed that these types of mistakes would be heavily penalised.

Barbara and Charl, the next pair up the road, had not been so alert and had let a gap of 20 or 30k’s form before turning back. As they got to us, Phil got a puncture. Bugger! It was midday now, no shade and proper hot. They stayed to help us. Barbara then pulled one out of the hat – we’d been told that to change the front, the one brake calliper needed to be removed. This is a pain as it’s an extra chore and the bolts are 14’s as opposed to the 12mm pinch bolts that free the axle. She managed to get the wheel out without removing the calliper. I should’ve know better, on the KTM’s that have exactly the same system, it’s not necessary. She’s not just a pretty face!



We were not far from Opuwo when I could see that Phils front was still leaking. It was now a slow pukcture. As we were literally a few k’s from the camp, we just kept stopping and hand pumping it.

Then, paradise!

Shade,


Ice cold Beer,




a pool (no swimming unless we showered first!)



and most importantly

Wifi!



Johannes friends had been busy



Barbara was being flirted with



He was impressive, none of us dared intervene



But, all good things come to an end, apparently it was time for Suiker Kaskenades. The competition was to remove and replace the rear wheel. Whilst the one bike had to be put into a line,



we headed off to the other bike to do a quick practice. Hennie and Charl were with us when we were doing this. They ride BM’s and said they weren’t used to dealing with a chain. I couldn’t see that being a problem as there’s not much that can go wrong… or so I thought. We came second with a time of just over 2 minutes. We were happy with that.

Some made that mistake mentioned above of taking the DCT with the extra brake calliper issue, we asked if we were allowed to help but they had to struggle through on their own. We could only stand in the shade and cheer them on.



We still had to fix our slow flat





Then an hour of relax and get clean



Before the presentations



That night, I ate 2 and half full plates of pasta, I was ravenous! Eating was now a matter of survival rather than pleasure. There was a shortage of chairs for some reason. No matter



Then for the second time, I crashed.
 
" Of course, there’s another one too; I can’t help myself sometimes! "

The truth - Finally...!

Admittedly, a lot of the contestants during their interviews hinted to Kamanya's chat as something that would stay with them for a long time.
 
Great read and what an adventure, :thumleft: Would love to enter it if ever held again..........

Btw what happens to the bikes after such an event, are they sold off via dealers or directly via Honda........?
 
Roxtar said:
Great read and what an adventure, :thumleft: Would love to enter it if ever held again..........

Btw what happens to the bikes after such an event, are they sold off via dealers or directly via Honda........?

The contestants will get first right of refusal, afterwhich it will be sold to dealers
 
Day 3 My toughest day at Quest

As time goes by in life one tends to forget the hard times and only remember the good.

I have actually already forgotten about this day, but one of Kamanya’s photos reminded me of that day.

I really wanted to embrace this whole experience and tried to stay away from the real world. I bought a Namibian sim card and Super Awe data but hardly ever checked my messages and had little contact with my wife.

We left Palmwag with the sun rising and it was simply spectacular. I could not keep my eyes on the road. Constantly looking at this red African sun rising. For me a dream come true.

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By now I was getting to know my partner and having a blast. Life was good.

We arrived at Opuwo at the Lodge. An oasis with spectacular views. After dipping our heads in the swimming pool we sat down for an ice cold beer staring into the distance.

It is round about then that I turned my phone on (they have wifi at the lodge) and saw a message from my wife. It basically said she is having a hard time at work and might have to look for another job.

The wind was knocked right out of my sails. I could not say anything, I could not do anything. I wanted to speak to her, be there for her but I was a world away.

I tried to hide it, but Andrew’s picture shows I was not that good at keeping a poker face.

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Hardy asked me whether I am ok and that I look tired, even dehydrated, but I said I was fine.

I made a decision to focus on the job at hand and not lose sight of the dream I was living. We had a job to do and I was not there to let my partner or anyone else down. I tried to do just that and only ever told Barbara about it a day or so later.

In Quest as in life we were bound to have good and bad days and it important to deal with them. I hope I did so in an appropriate way.

Back to the trip - nothing quite teaches one like experience. I honestly believe I have learned more in the last 2 months than in the previous 10 years. From places to people to mechanics to riding a bike.

Before bootcamp Gene made the comment on the semi-finalist group - we are looking at everything. You’ll do good to remember that. And look at everything they did.

Lesson for the day - convoy etiquette. Minxy and I indeed lost concentration for a second and did not stop soon enough when the team behind us disappeared. It is quite a challenge keeping a convoy this size together. We got to the turn and waited. Funny how long a minute can feel and how quickly 10mins can pass.

I don’t think the gap was as big as 20km, but  I remember Jaco taking out his little black book with notes saying - this is a new record for a gap. Damn We screwed up. Lesson learned.

From the bad came good. We got to assist Philip and Andrew with a flat just as we turned back. It was hot. There was no shade and Andrew weren’t his cheerful self. I vividly remember him saying to Philip as he started to remove the front wheel - this is obviously your first time. Thinking to myself. Jassas this poor guy’s got it tough.

I sat on the back of the bike to get the front off the ground. About the only way ai can get a front wheel off the ground and Andrew gave me his phone to read some more on the personality types. Don’t know if I thanked him yet but that was such a helpful tool not only for Quest but life in general.

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Minxy assisted and without removing a caliper we were back on the road again.

I am not sure what I did wrong but I never once did I get the chance to lay down and relax like the other guys. It looks really nice on the photos.

Oh and for a skaap boer from Victoria West Tyre has an unbelievable taste for good music and is technologically more advanced than most kids in Town. He played some appropriate tunes that evening.

Reality becomes a relative term out there in the middle of nowhere. Life was still good and reality back home was maybe not reality.
Tomorrow is a new day with new challenges.




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" It is round about then that I turned my phone on (they have wifi at the lodge) and saw a message from my wife. It basically said she is having a hard time at work and might have to look for another job.

The wind was knocked right out of my sails. I could not say anything, I could not do anything. I wanted to speak to her, be there for her but I was a world away.

I tried to hide it, but Andrew’s picture shows I was not that good at keeping a poker face.

Hardy asked me whether I am ok and that I look tired, even dehydrated, but I said I was fine.

I made a decision to focus on the job at hand and not lose sight of the dream I was living. We had a job to do and I was not there to let my partner or anyone else down. I tried to do just that and only ever told Barbara about it a day or so later."


                                                                                                                                    - Karoo Kid

I have massive respect for this guy.
Being chosen with a girl might be to your advantage, but it might and probably will always work against you in some way or the other. Now, Charl had no idea what Minxy was going to be like when they were teamed up. Yes we knew she was an excellent rider and yes we knew she was a good person, but the idea of being caged with 19 other guys might have turned into a nightmare for her in the latter stages of the event.

Now Charl had to make choices from where I was standing:

Does he treat her like any guy should treat any girl?
Or does he treat her like one of the guys? - I know it sounds silly but these two have never ridden together in the past, and barely knew each other.
From the looks of it he chose a combination of the two options and was roasted for it by one or two of the other competitors. They even bitched about it during conversations with me. I wonder how they would have done it?

Charl - the way you and Minxy handled yourselves , and the way you handled the roasting you got, left me with admiration for you two. Not once did you complain about the stupid chirps and the silly remarks you received.
Please don't read this and think that Minxy was a  pushover or anything less than what the guys brought. She was fantastic on any standard. Thing is - Charl could never have known that she would be this good.
Minxy, like yourself, could not have asked for a better partner and I was proud to have the two of you in that convoy.

Salute
 
Good for you Charl, good for you Minxy....... you waxed it as a team. Well done  :thumleft:

Hopefully this paves the way for many more lady riders and mixed pairings in future... ;)
 
Day 5 - Epupa to Van Zyl's camp

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At Epupa we decided to err on the cautious side and sleep in a tent.  This is malaria area and the last thing we wanted is for our trip  to turn into a battle with illness.
After the refuel, T-bone steaks and presentations, we crashed.  It was pure bliss not to roll around at night before falling asleep.  Scrat and I had the customary short conversation followed by our good nights and you simply fall asleep. 

But not before ………… (you remember this?)

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We woke the next morning and were eager for the challenge that lay ahead.  Today was a short travelling distance, but we were warned that it will be tough.  We therefore also set off earlier than normal.

The first half of the ride was absolutely fantastic.  We were riding in a southern direction and the sun was peaking over the koppies to our left.  I was in awe of the scenery playing off.  Scrat and I was smiling again from ear to ear, you could even see it with a helmet on.
Tau also changed the riding formation prior to the technical sections.  He wanted us tall guys in the front and the more accomplished riders in the back of the convoy.  Twister and I rode together towards the front and Scrat and Kamanya at the back. 

(Apologies, but from now I’m using the Wilddogs’ real names, I didn’t get to know them by these forum names)
Riding was a jol, the further north we went the more remote, the more scenic and the riding terrain just got better and better.  I was having the time of my life and I could see it was a feeling shared by all.  The sand again caught a couple of us out and Johannes Haasbroek was first to fall victim to an off to much amusement of those of us fortunate to witness it.  He is such an admirable character and his response to these little mishaps were always inspiring, and flippen funny.

We were getting closer to the infamous section that everyone was waiting for.  Hardy warned us before the time that the road from Epupa to Okangwati and Otjihende is not to be taken lightly.  Roughly 70km that would take you less than an hour and the other 70km that could end up taking 9!

This from the 4x4 Community website and our Whatsapp group:

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We finally arrived at the feared section.  Standing at the bottom you actually don’t realise what lies ahead, especially if John is leading.  He makes difficult terrain look deceivingly easy. 

Pieter went before me and stopped due to the rider in front of him.  I could see he was battling to get momentum going again.  As soon as I deemed it safe I got going.  I soon realised I was way too slow and then stalled the bike.  At this stage I was trying hard to preserve the bike and ensure there’s no damage that could cause an early end to the adventure.  Hardy and Barend was very clear on this – break your bike and you will spectate the rest of the event.  (That’s if they have place for you in any of the vehicles)  I probably stalled it another 2 times up there and I must admit I was quite pissed off with myself. 

You quickly forget about your own shortcomings when you see the rest of the guys lining up at the bottom getting ready for the ascent.  We tall guys had the advantage of putting our feet out when you do lose momentum.  Other contestants did not have this luxury during this section and we spread out to assist when necessary.  Even so, I missed Francois when he came to a standstill.  Sorry Scalpel!  (You can see it in the Day 5 video)

Although it took a long time for everyone to reach the summit, it didn’t feel like it.  The cheers, laughter and camaraderie that followed when the last bike and eventually the crew was on top was ……. Words fail me.  Eintlik was dit net befok!  Tired, dirty and sweaty there was high fives all over the place.

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The rest of the day up to reaching Van Zyl’s camp is a bit of a blur to me for some reason.  I can only subscribe it to the preceding excitement.  Arriving at Van Zyl’s camp John tried his best communicating with the guy at ‘reception’, much to our amusement.  Fortunately everything was sorted when Hardy arrived and we were off to the camp site, but first, a bit of sand to get there.
 
It was fun and games getting through the river to the other side where we camped.  The scenery was something to behold, things could simply not get better!  For me, this was the most awesome camp site of the entire trip. 

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We were requested to make a fire pit in the river for the evening’s proceedings.  Francois organised a spade from the crew and off we went digging a hole, a proper hole.  Then it was time to collect firewood.  A whole bunch of us, might have been everyone, went exploring the banks for firewood.  Johannes wasn’t impressed with our little twigs and untangled what can only be described as a smaller tree to get the fire properly going.  It took half the contestants to carry the thing!

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Anyone that had less than 3 bars on their fuel indicator also had to make sure to get some fuel.  Gerrit (Scrat) was there to assist, while I was in a world of my own, trying hard to capture the amazing sunset.

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Around the fire, Barbara told us everything there is to know about the Nile river, Marcel similarly about the Oryx and the different relative species and also Andrew about the Rift valley. 

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I was amazed by how the presentations just got better and better and how genuinely intrigued everyone was.  (If only we could remember everything that was said)  It was especially hard having to score your fellow contestants on their presentations later the evening. 

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After all the formal proceedings we had our own fire going and the allocated teams were preparing supper.  Throughout the trip we really ate well.  There was an amazing vibe around the fire that evening.  I remember talking to Clinton about his accident and his experience of partaking in the Isle of Man.  Amazing to hear and even more special around the camp fire with good friends.

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I went to bed that evening feeling privileged – life was really good.

"Jobs fill your pocket, but adventures fill your soul."


"Van Zyl’s Pass Campsite provides the perfect stop-off point to relax before tackling the infamous Van Zyl’s Pass en route to the Marienfluss in Kaokoland. The camp is owned and managed by Otjitanda Conservancy.  Three large sites are available with private ablution blocks (flush toilet, hot shower, wash basin and mirror), kitchen area with sink, and braai areas.  The campsite is situated 20kms before the Pass, near the village of Otjihende, just off the main through-route from nearby Otjitanda.  An absolutely stunning spot, the sites are built alongside a sandy river bed, offering privacy and seclusion in a beautiful natural setting." 
 
Wow – :eek:
Reading all the reports so far is just taking me right back to each day..
I can smell the dust,
taste the adventure …
feel the sweat running down my back,
feel that freedom… breathe again….
Smile……….


I open my eyes and here I am – sitting in front of my desk …. Dammit…  :eek: :p :'(

I will try to add to the stories that have been told where I can – but my Partner Kobus is doing an amazing job! Meneer jy mag ma !! :thumleft: :thumleft: :thumleft:

Spitzkoppe – Day2
As you have read so far – the day from Windhoek to Spitzkoppe was a bit of a mind game… no idea who your partner will be – stopping every now and then – chatting to everyone – wondering in the back of your mind “will you be my partner for Quest … “thinking if I have what it takes to make this… how long will it be before it turns into a “backstabbing Survivor type show…”  I think not knowing what to expect was the crazy part…  :p

Wondering if Hardy and his team will be able to deliver on their promises… but then again.. from what I have seen and heard… One thing was for sure – this was going to be an EPIC 2 weeks!!

Spitzkoppe is an amazing place… if you have not been there best you go and see for yourself!
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Arriving at Spitzkoppe we all tried to get some kind of rhythm – seeing what, where … how… finally tents up – (me and Andrew shared a tent that night)
We had some time to spare and I decided to explore the massive rock formation where we were camping …
If you look closely the specs you see is the rest of the guys a bit lower
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From the top the view is just amazing!
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Soon the cold air from the ocean overwhelmed us and I was glad we all received a Snazzy Quest jackets from Hardy and his team! This jacket came in very handy every night in this “Very Hot Desert”,,,,  :pot:
1st presentations done by Charl and Glenn, and it was time to announce the teams.
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As everyone was called out I waited to hear my name… and finally – Nr19 and 20 … me and Kobus (KTMKobus)
I could not have asked for a better partner!
I knew from that moment that this is going to be spectacular…
Kobus you Legend! Lekker!! Let the games begin.
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Day 4

Opuwo to Epupa

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QsjznuGZCrk

I can’t remember the reasons now why, but although us and Grant and Glenn were on kitchen duty, we didn’t have to cook supper but we were on breakfast. This was all I had from that.



The mornings briefing, where again the traffic was spoken about and that we would take a detour.







From here we were off to the Kunene and then down the river to Epupa via Swarbooisdrif. It’s a part of the world I know reasonably well. I had done my first ever Adventure trip to Epupa and I’d been a guide on multiple expeditions that paddled down the river from Ruacana to Epupa. So there was both high anticipation and nostalgia.

There’s something about the way a land looks that provokes one set of memories, but I’ve often had very strong reminders of a place by its smells. We stopped not far out of Opuwo for a quick break, it was here that I had one of those moments. I had slept out in this type of bush, close to kraals with goats and cattle many times in my national service. But this part of the world also has a slight aromatic tinge that the Himba bring to it. Their ochre, butterfat and herbs was a powerful reminder to me of my guiding days.



I recognised a water pump that I and my riding buddy Craig had stopped at to watch the locals water their cattle. As we were in convoy, I managed to snap off a quickie.

2005



2017



Jaco wanted to go to a base that he’d once been at that was now a school. It was not a big detour. I’d spent more than a year stationed at 3 such bases. I have 30 year old bitter sweet memories of them. I went and stood on the surrounding wall that was originally to prevent small arms fire from getting in. I’d also spent many hours on them on many a morning and evening were we had to preform Klaarstaan. A military ritual of being on guard for the most opportune time to attack a base – dawn or dusk. For 30 minutes twice a day, the whole base would fall silent and we’d have that time of forced reflection. Many read their bibles or listened quietly to music. Others took their job a bit more neurotically and peered intently into the bush, others still wrote to their loved ones. I have many good memories of amazing sunsets and sunrises doing such a thing. Of walking or driving into and out of those bases past those walls to experiences that had profound effects on my life. A magical time I am relieved to never have to do again.



If you look closely at this picture, under the newer painting is still the original that would have been the bases badges.

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At the bottom you can still make out the date, 1988 and what would have been the bases motto, with the whole badge going right up to just above the air vents. On either side would have been the past units that had lived there, a history of the times there.

This was the bitter part for me. This wall was a brilliant metaphor for the situation. A once incredibly magnificent effort made possible by outstanding young men and women at great cost all in vain for a fucked up ideology. An effort that in today’s world would rather be painted over and forgotten. The aftereffects of which are a country slowly making good the past, by using what was built then for more peaceful purposes now. Sadly in some places, the scars can still be seen, even if they get painted over from time to time. War is such a waste.

I didn’t feel comfortable going into that base. I needed some space away from the group, I preferred to go stand on the wall and do my own Klaarstaan and have my respect paid to those who didn’t get to paint over their scars. Whilst there, a small crowd of onlookers at the entrance had gathered to view the spectacle. I went to have a chat. They were full of the joys of youth and very keen to know where we’d come from and going to. I suppose with the context of what was going on for me, I couldn’t help but feel massively privileged to be standing there, but also a little guilty that in a small way, I was responsible for the place needing to be painted over and over. Such is life though.



We headed off, to my relief and towards the river, a place I really enjoy, but, via another monument to another massively tragic effort; The Dorsland Trekkers.





At last!



But! They’d built a highway alongside it. When I been there before, this was a hectic road often touted as more difficult than van Zyls. We’d had a tough time of it



That’s way steeper and gnarly than the photo makes it





Now a Opel Corsa could get down there



So much for nostalgia!

But!, for a brief few k’s we got slightly lost and rode on the old unworked road. It was glorious! It was here in my exhilaration, I nearly saw my arse badly. On an open patch of smooth lovely looking sand I peeled off from the group and set up for a huge long lazy powerslide. The ground was too good, it was smoother and even better for powerslides than anticipated. So the back came around too far, such that instead of riding a looping big arc, I was now sliding sideways with both wheels and the front on full lock. By some miracle, it didn’t end in an ugly highside.

I had a good talking to myself after that; if I’d binned it and broken the bike, it wouldn’t have only been me out of the competition, Phillip would have paid the price too!

Marcel and SP both had their gopro’s on and caught it on video. I do hope they post it onto here, it must have looked spectacular!

Anyway at one of the breaks,



I thought I’d go have a word with John and Jacko about the previous days possible penalties. I reminded myself that this was a competition and that I couldn’t be too argumentative. Also, it was frek hot and humid – well into the 40’s and that’s not a temperature to raise temperatures in. John wasn’t up for a discussion, he was busy with a group, so I cornered Jacko. I asked if we, in fact had been penalised, (he wouldn’t confirm or deny) and started stating our case. He graciously and diplomatically reminded me that it was not appropriate for him to have that discussion with me as we are in the real world really good friends and know each other well and have been on many trips together. He would rather that I take my case to the crew. He had a point, so I left it.

No more hydration issues for them, everyone was looking after their fluid intake well.



It was also the first day for many to test their sand legs out









My dash, note the time!



Epupa is a magical place, it has many warm memories and is absolutely beautiful to boot.



Ok, this is not that beautiful, but look past the obvious!





Natures Jacuzzi





Admin



We were given the choice of performance enhancing drugs. B12 something or other. It was flipping sore! Clinton





Ockie, the drug pusher



Gerrit looking like we all felt



My best side



Phil and I took to the tent that evening to prevent the mozzies having their way. There was high anticipation for the next two days! From here forward would be new ground for me. I couldn’t wait.

Again I crashed to sleep. None of that slowly doze off or lie wake for ages kak that happens at home. This is that magical, put your head on pillow and remember nothing after that. Phil said between saying good night and snoring was 3 breaths. Now, why can’t it always be that way?
 
Day3 To Palmwag

Next morning we were all still a bit “all over the show” … trying to get all the bikes sorted – Me and Kobus decided that we will leave the bikes on Stock settings (suspension) and only move the handle bars a bit forward.  Repacked our stuff- get the stretchers, tents and chairs – oh an all the bags into the Iveco …  then the briefing ,,.. and afterwards John shouted … “Opsaal!”

Yeehaaa!  Let’s do this! The convoy headed North and we were the very last 2 bikes (#19 and #20) in the Convoy – followed By Jaco as sweeper.
Soon we had our sign language figured out and we struggled to stop smiling… Exiting times!!!

You could see that everyone in their teams was getting along real well and I was wondering if this will last for the 12 days? Would be interesting to see how people change when the pressure gets turned on – I have seen/experienced this many times during my Amageza days.

We were getting to midday… it was getting hot now , the dust was hectic… and then Scalpel had the 1st puncture for the trip.  Eish!
Kobus doing a great job here!
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Not long and we were back on the road again – shortly after that we met up with the rest of the group. They also had a flat… this will be something we would get used to
Did I mention it was dusty…
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Soon after that we rode into Palmwag – WOW – what an Oasis in the middle of nowhere!
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We offloaded the Iveco – decided on a place to unpack and setup the stretchers for the night.
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Kobus got the word that he is up for his presentation that night. …. We decided that he will go get pretty for the show and I will get our things sorted out and setup..
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during this time we had some time to sit back and chat a bit.. Get to know a bit more of each other. This was also the time we decided our strategy for Quest….short and sweet “We will do what we do best – Just be ourselves, be confident and enjoy every moment!”
Again we had some great food and the company was awesome! We slept outside just on the stretchers… Life was amazing!!  Not so much for my Partner – seems the Mozzies liked his blood!!  Sorry partner!  :p
 
Apologies for falling behind but work proves to be a merciless task master.

Windhoek to Spitzkoppe - Day 1

I awoke bleary-eyed and feeling rather lack lustre having had little meaningful sleep. The excitement
of what lay ahead though, got me out of bed and into some riding gear. I whipped up some hotel-room coffee,
the kind that barely has enough caffeine in it to make your eyebrow twitch, let alone kick start all 90Kg of
offroad-riding-god that was me. Well, truth be told, that may be somewhat of an exaggeration, the coffee was not that weak.  :lol8:

In reality I was feeling rather excited and keen to get going. We had to be locked and loaded out front by some
sparrows-fart time and so we were. I'm told that, much like the army, it's a game of hurry up and wait.
And wait we did. We milled around for what felt like hours, waiting for the transport to arrive and take us to Pupkewitz Honda
for our big send off.

We arrived at the dealer and went about choosing bikes. The choices were limited. It was either a Honda or a Honda. I mean
really. What kind of show was this?! Jokes aside, I was quickly ready to go, not having any tail bags or suchlike to mount
to the bike. My tool bag was my bum bag and my camelbak, as used on my enduro riding. Then out of nowhere KTMKobus hands me
an Enduristan tail bag. "Need a bag?" he asks with that sly smile of his.
Well, the thought of a heavy bum bag hanging off my hips for a whole 12 days of riding
suddenly seemed very unappealing. "Sure. Thanks." I said and by sheer universal coincidence my bum bag was a perfect fit into
the Enduristan tail bag (along with my green ground sheet). That bag proved to be a great piece of kit!
I'm really hoping he's forgotten about that bag. What bag? Enduri-what now? Move along.  :peepwall:

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My ride for day 1, the manual Africa Twin.

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Some of the competitors were literally flying the Honda flag.

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A room full of motorbike goodness.

A few, mercifully short speeches were belted out by Schalk (Pupkewitz), Barend (Honda) and Hardy (like I need to tell you who he is) and we were away.
For about a 100 meters. Ok, fuel stop, and now we're away again! This time it was go time!
We slabbed it on tar just to get out of Windhoek and put some distance between us and civilization.
When we reached dirt it was wide open, dirt highways. I was now in my happy place. On a bike. Inside a helmet.
Just me, the road and my thoughts.

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Quick stop to re-group as we get to our first dirt road.

The roads to Spitzkoppe were, for the most part, easy dirt roads. There were a few patches of deep sand however.
One in particular was at least 100 to 200 meters long. I know this because I nearly bought some Namibian
land there and I was measuring my plot for building permits and council planning already as I flopped my way through.
I certainly put some pinch marks on the seat of the AT if nothing else.
My immediate thoughts were that if this was already how I was going to struggle in sand then maybe I should just pack it in.
How the hell was I going to cope with this big bike in the real deep sand further north?

We arrived at Spitzkoppe. The sky a strange, smudge-like mess of clouds that didn't really know what they wanted to
do. Sort of ominous in their appearance yet stunning as they hung low over the rocks of Spitzkoppe.
This place really was something to behold.

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That night, we watched as the first of the presentations were given around a fire set against the sheer
rock face of the Spitzkoppe. The first one being CharliePappa.
He clearly made a huge effort for his speech, bringing along visual aids and memorising his entire
speech. Fucking over-achiever.  :lol8: If this was the standard going forward then I was in big trouble.

Not much later the teams were announced. This part had me slightly concerned. With whom was I going to get
partnered with? What was he (or she) going to be like in terms of this competition? There were
one or two people I remembered from boot camp and I felt that if I were to partner with them things
were bound to get "interesting", but in the Chinese curse sort of "interesting".
The Chinese saying goes "May you live in interesting times."

Take Kamanya for example. In my mind I really wanted to like him. He's the sort
of person I like to be around. Intelligent, experienced, gregarious and a good sense of humour, but oh so
competitive. I took him to be the sort of person that would get really into the gamesmanship aspect of the competition
and would try every trick in the book to win. I was right of course.  :biggrin:
While I consider myself competitive, I'm not the sort of person to get into the whole "we must win at all costs" idea.
I do my thing, as best I can and I will not compromise myself just to win (not saying Kamanya did).
Sort of the silent assassin type as Hardy called it at one point. Or was that sleeping assassin? Not too sure anymore.

Frederick, known as SP, (Sywalker around here) and I were teamed up. I remember seeing him at boot camp and thinking he was an instructor at first.
He was one of a few guys who had ridden to boot camp on their bikes and was already there when we arrived by car, he was still
in his kit and wearing a round brimmed hat. He is a stocky man, only slightly shorter than me but carries himself as if he
were somewhat taller in stature. If I said 5 words to him at boot camp it would've been a lot. Other than that I had no
imaginings of what sort of person he was so all I could do was be thankful I was not partnered with someone I knew
I would not like. As luck would have it, my team mate felt much the same as me. Let's just do our best and let the dice fall where they may.
SP and I were team number 7 on bikes 13 and 14 (DCT and manual respectively).

In the spirit of full disclosure I will mention that there were only two people I was not keen
to be partnered with, Kamanya and Throttle Jockey. Kamanya for reasons mentioned already and Throttle Jockey because I
found him to be impatient and domineering. I will also admit, at my own fault, that my opinion of Throttle Jockey was
rather wrong. While he is in fact impatient and domineering he is also a true gent of a human with a heart of gold.
Kamanya is just fucking nuts and needs to be put on very strong drugs.  :lol8:
I would however, ride with either of them on any given day, through any hell that can be mustered and I truly hope to get that opportunity one day.
(Maybe not the hell part).  :ricky:

I went to sleep that night, a rather cold night I might add, my tent pitched up against one of the sheer rock faces of the Spitzkoppe, not
knowing what to expect from my team mate but being quietly confident that we had the minerals to get the job done and win this thing.
 
DjfLoYd said:
Kamanya is just fucking nuts and needs to be put on very strong drugs.  :lol8:

You had me laughing along with your descriptions.

However, I think you're overstating the above only because unlike me, you don't like riding on the middelmannetjie. :lol8:
 
DjfLoYd said:
That bag proved to be a great piece of kit!
I'm really hoping he's forgotten about that bag. What bag? Enduri-what now? Move along.  :peepwall

:imaposer: Yours to keep dude.  :thumleft:
 
Day4 to Upuwo

It was getting better already,,, every team knew what they had to do and everything was flowing – everyone helped out where they could. Excitement was everywhere.
The road was actually dustier than the previous day – could that be !?
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And for the 1st time I could actually start to feel that “Heat” Hardy was warning us about… by this time you could see who was properly hydrating and who was lacking –everyone was sorted and remedies shared during the day.
There was a few stops for the day ….
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and on one of these stops Andrew used the time to give us a brief explanation on emotional intelligence, this might help us as team members understand each other better – I have to be honest – it did the job! He is definitely a Guru in what he does.
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We had some amazing places we passed and one of these was the Baobab forest Kobus mentioned – this was a spectacular twisty road, just very sad that my gopro stopped working shortly before …
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Guess we will have to go back there to take some pictures!

When we arrived in Upowo i was amazed by the size of the town.
We went up a twisty road and was greeted by the most amazing blue pool at the Opuwo Country lodge… it was however beaten by an Ice cold Beer!
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Walking out of the Lodge I was suddenly struck again by the fact that I am part of the 20 privileged lucky bastards currently on an EPIC adventure in Kaokoland.. I am happy..  O0
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With the heat now at a cumfy 30 at 17:00 in the afternoon degrees we decided that no tents will be needed.
As you spend more time with these crazy Adventurers you see more interesting stuff every day…  :eek:
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It was my turn to present my topic – Lake Victoria. Public speaking is not really my thing and I could feel that nervousness creeping up on me.. ??? :-[

I have discovered many things about this mass of water in Africa.. and was excited to share it with the everyone… I was amazed when I was told that I only have 2 min lest of my 15min… how time flies… and I have so many more things to share! 

I was blown away every day and night by the sunrises and sunsets…
That glowing Red Ball
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