Day 12 and home
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It was the last day. Effectively the competition was over but none of us knew who’d won yet.
But, nonetheless, the old routine was followed and clocked into.
Room with a view
Disturbed by some exotics
Still smiling
Starting the coffee
I was order to give her a hug from Hondsekerrie via Whatsapp
The evening before, these were what kept the bums on the seats. It’s a hugely effective way to sit around when its cold
The wives had also ordered that I give a hug to them too.
The office
Kak praat
And breakfast
Gerrits legend boots
Riders Breifing
22 bike fuel shuffle. By now, we were slick and quick
The bill
From then on it was a puncture fest and open roads
For some reason, the rears were going too now.
There were many stops, I don't think we'd get 30k's before another tube would pop.
So some of us offered our support by not getting involved and mucking up the slick tyre change routines. This is the true function of a neck brace
The final tar bits into Windhoek was some of the most dangerous riding I’ve ever done. I saw Marcel and SP nearly driven off the road when a crazy car tried to overtake them into oncoming traffic.
My trusty steed had got me home safely. I was very sore to have to give it back!
So was everyone
Done, now just to polish up and get our winners ticket!
Phil and I really did fancy our chances, we were both nervous and then quite disappointed!
But, the right guys won…. Dammit!
There was apparently a big night out on the town later, but fortunately, judging by how pooped some where the next morning, I missed it.
Then it was the long drag back home. At least I didn’t have to endure a stinky snorer
Final goodbyes where it all started
Thankyou Barend from Honda SA and Hardy from Specialised Adventures and his crew. Of course, many thanks to my fellow competitors for making something truly memorable. And finally to Phillip, I look forward to clinking glasses from time to time for many years to come.
On reflection, I’m reminded of something that’s a repeating narrative in many stories films and myths that is called the Hero’s journey. It goes like this;
There are 3 parts to it. First the calling;
An ordinary person gets called out to do a great journey, a quest if you will. It starts sometimes, quite by chance and others because of an unavoidable invitation or challenge.
Then the initiation or the journey; This ordinary hero then leaves the comfort and safety of their known world and enters the extraordinary unknown on a journey of great trial and adventure. It’s never all plain sailing, there’s tests and ordeals where there is both failure and success. There is also always help and support. It comes in many forms from mentors to magic. At some point, through the transformative power of the challenges a new world view comes to our hero. You could say there is a re-birth. This is the “holy grail”, the point of a Quest in the first place.
Finally, there is the return; The needing to step over the threshold from the unknown back to the known world. There is often much challenge here too, because all in this old comfortable world were not part of the journey. Now comes the assimilation of the old and new ways, a freedom from before, the quiet knowing.
I don’t think it was by accident that this was called Honda Quest. I know for a fact that all my fellow competitors and crew are changed by this great adventure, some profoundly. I certainly am a grateful recipient of that too.
If you have at all the opportunity to hear the call for the next one, I would urge you to answer it.