Sprocketbek
Race Dog
There has been a slight delay....what you have seen until now was page 1 of my notes. There are 4 pages.
Page 2 had disappeared. I have spent 24 hours looking for it. Turning over carpets, shifting stuff, even went through the rubbish bin. Main suspect was the black cat: he cannot leave a sheet of paper alone.
Eureka!!! Found it under the far end of the couch. :thumleft :-[:
What happened in between was that I tried to find out some facts about page 3. But we'll get there later....
Back to the RR:
Thursday night Abel & myself and his mother went to his sister & BIL for a braai at Modderrivier.
Next morning we hit the road to the bash. Myself not being from that area found the roads rather boring. There is a lot of history (and tragedy) that relates to the Anglo-Boer war in the vicinity.
We stopped at Magersfontein:
In the middle of nowhere we passed a police station called Werda. I asked Abel: "What do these cops do?"
Answer: "Stock theft."
Dunno. Very boring place to work.
If I was a sheep in that place I would migrate.
Since last year I have had the urge to take some nice pics of Meerkat families. September last year a whole family stared at me from a mound at sunset but I didn't have my camera at hand.
Now, as I came tonking it around a corner a whole Meerkat family disappears into an Aardvark hole.
Sorry, the pictures cannot convey how boring the road was.
We move on to the Orania area. Impressive farms near the river!
We hit the town, stop at the cafe for a cooldrink & pie.
A very attractive +/- 25 year old woman serves us in a very friendly manner and enquires where we are from.
"Cape Town".
Blank stare.
"Bloubergstrand?"
Even blanker stare.
"Melkbosstrand?"
Turns out she grew up somewhere in Joburg and moved straight to Orania. Her beautiful body has never graced the beaches of Clifton, Kogelbaai or Langbaai.
As we saddle up an initially shy 12-year-old red haired girl comes to chat with us and is equally oblivious about where Cape Town is. What does strike you is how friendly everybody in the town is. Amazing.
Page 2 had disappeared. I have spent 24 hours looking for it. Turning over carpets, shifting stuff, even went through the rubbish bin. Main suspect was the black cat: he cannot leave a sheet of paper alone.
Eureka!!! Found it under the far end of the couch. :thumleft :-[:
What happened in between was that I tried to find out some facts about page 3. But we'll get there later....
Back to the RR:
Thursday night Abel & myself and his mother went to his sister & BIL for a braai at Modderrivier.
Next morning we hit the road to the bash. Myself not being from that area found the roads rather boring. There is a lot of history (and tragedy) that relates to the Anglo-Boer war in the vicinity.
We stopped at Magersfontein:
In the middle of nowhere we passed a police station called Werda. I asked Abel: "What do these cops do?"
Answer: "Stock theft."
Dunno. Very boring place to work.
If I was a sheep in that place I would migrate.
Since last year I have had the urge to take some nice pics of Meerkat families. September last year a whole family stared at me from a mound at sunset but I didn't have my camera at hand.
Now, as I came tonking it around a corner a whole Meerkat family disappears into an Aardvark hole.
Sorry, the pictures cannot convey how boring the road was.
We move on to the Orania area. Impressive farms near the river!
We hit the town, stop at the cafe for a cooldrink & pie.
A very attractive +/- 25 year old woman serves us in a very friendly manner and enquires where we are from.
"Cape Town".
Blank stare.
"Bloubergstrand?"
Even blanker stare.
"Melkbosstrand?"
Turns out she grew up somewhere in Joburg and moved straight to Orania. Her beautiful body has never graced the beaches of Clifton, Kogelbaai or Langbaai.
As we saddle up an initially shy 12-year-old red haired girl comes to chat with us and is equally oblivious about where Cape Town is. What does strike you is how friendly everybody in the town is. Amazing.