It was now that we discovered what the waypoints really were, and that Pikkie, whilst bleak with events, was very much unhurt. Or rather, was when they left him.
When they realised Pikkie's clutch was done, they had a summit conference to decide on the best course of action. It was sensibly decided that it would be best for Pikkie to stay in his hut, whilst Henry and Mike rode for help.
The rescue party set off in a manner probably best described by the name of a once famous runner, "Loopenval". With Mike doing a lot of the "val" component and Henry the "Loop" back to help lift the bike. However, where the dynamic duo differed was the direction to take. Mike wanted to track back, Henry was convinced he could see a road on his GPS. So onward they ploughed through the sea of dunes.
Now what to do. We were not going to leave Pikkie alone in the desert for the night. Ok, we all agree on that. Do we try and tow him out, Henry said this was not possible. Could we pillion him out, again Henry was the party pooper and said unlikely.
A 4x4 was decided to be the best option. Gus did some phoning around, including making contact with several guys on this forum. He did find someone prepared to help with a most unlikely looking 4x4- an old Colt twin cab affair. Gus says in low 4x4 the chains in the transfer box could be heard. I cannot remember the name of our rescuer, but he said the noise helped him to know that the bakkie was in 4x4 and it was working.
Henry's waypoints were spot on. On arriving at the hut, a very deurmekaar Pikkie stumbled from the hut,resembling the Michelin man,complete with full face helmet on!
As mentioned before, Pikkie is a very pragmatic, calm guy. He figured there was little chance anyone would get to him that night, so he put on ALL his clothes, jammed his helmet on his head, so that a Jakkals could not nibble on his ear, and taken a sleeping tablet.