Andrew Johnstone #12
Getting to Windhoek
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iaIL6Yin0kk
I thought it was going to be relatively plain sailing;
I’d made the Bootcamp semi-finals, bought my ticket to Jhb return and just had to buy a new stash of re-hydrate an GU. I would have a month to punish my MTB to top up the fitness levels and lose a couple of KG’s. Sorted surely?
Nope. For that whole month I struggled with flu and the after effects. I’d gotten a middle ear infection and was now irritatingly half deaf with everything sounding dull and as if I was underwater. I never got onto the bike once. Then to add insult to injury with 3 days to go I got food poisoning. Between packing and wondering which end of my body to stick in the toilet first, it wasn’t what I had anticipated when I signed up.
Hardy, the host and chap who’s brainchild this was had been sending titillating photo’s of the buildup; the bikes where prepped and being transported up
His not inconsiderable convoy was enroute
The technology to broadcast the days video’s was being checked
I had some last minute alterations to finish
But in the last weekend, all I had was the trots and this
Final evening, I got a serious fright. I couldn’t find my passport!?!?! OFFS!
After practically turning the house upside down, it was where I left it. In the scanner. Fok!
So, this is what the picture of health and beauty looks like at 4.30am the morning of the start of my Honda Quest adventure
To keep with this theme, only the very best for this finely tuned athlete. I had a breakfast of champions on the way to the Airport
Bang on…
...only by wearing my riding boots.
See you in 2 weeks…
Fortunately, it seemed the stomach had settled down, although I wasn’t going to risk a fart just yet.
I was left to wondering what I had left behind and more importantly what would the next 12 days be like?
Well, one thing was clear when I got to Jhb to meet the bunch, it wasn’t going to be a fashion conscious experience
Anticipation had been building nicely on the little WhatsApp group that had been created for the finalists over the preceding month and now, though I’d obviously met all of them on Bootcamp, it was coming together!
Touch down and away to meet Hardy
Um, hang on… 2 hours to move 20 meters. That’s what the Namibian Passport Control people thought of these Riding Gods. It was painful and having to do it in riding boots too.
I’d started a big WhatsApp group for friends and family and some of the wives and husband for the competitors, we made a quick detour to make sure this would not be hindered
Then, finally, meeting the crew and the Namibian contestant Johannes Haasbroek as the Safari Hotel. Picking up the cool SWAG made by Gerrit duToit
Hardy got the ball rolling with the intro’s and what was going to happen next. It was made clear that the actual competition would only start once we were at Spitzkoppe. Until then, we were still in liaison to the place. Nothing would be scored and neither would we know who our team mate was going to be. At least we’d ease into the whole thing rather than heading off at a sprint. Hardy seemed to be most worried about the Windhoek traffic that we’d have to negotiate the next day. We were more concerned about running out of beer.
We took it very seriously and discussed all this till much later…
And finally, I joined my 3 other roommates in a snoring fest in anticipation of what the next days would bring.