The Southern Namibian Raid - pissing on sand
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This is so lekker !MickeyT said:
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Day 2
The first thing that next morning that shot through my mind was "****... This self-inflating mattress-thingy is not your average Sealy Posturepedic!" And then I heard Kobus complain about some snorers that surrounded him in stereo. I must admit - I heard nothing. Not even the rain the previous night.
The group of old geezers also came in the morning again for breakfast in their very lanie 4x4s and the tour leader came over to tell us we can have some yoghurt and fruit if we'd like.
While packing up, I battled to get my tent back in its box, so was not appreciating the point-and-laughs from my buddies. According to them they cannot believe I actually brought the tent still in its box...
As it goes, Kobus was first out of the blocks to go to the border post, and came back with a glum expression - the police sergeant was very on-the-ball and checked EVERYTHING. Luckily for Kobus, he does not have ****s, otherwise he would have had to give his bra-size...
Just before we left, one of the campers ran over with a bottle of OBS and a couple of tot glasses - Give that man a Bells!!!
Fekkit - Kobus did not exaggerate - the officer checked everything, and wanted to see everything. Registration papers, the works. It was at that stage that Abe gave a very femine high-pitched yelp (together with the hand in front of the mouth-thingy) - Somewhere along the route his license disc fell off. The man of the law just made "Tsk, tsk... Sêr, eish... I think you hêf a problêm..." We all could see Abe was in a spot of trouble - his Nam trip on the brink of not lifting off. I wanted to ask him if I could leave some of my stuff behind with him, but decided that my timing might be a tad off...
Luckily, after phoning everyone on his list of numbers, and after no one knew what to do with the poor KTM rider, he made Abe sign in his warning book.
At last we could proceed to cross the river. In the rain nogals! With a very gatvol Kobus waiting on the other side.
The Nam officials also wanted to know pretty much everything, so eventually we rode off after 11:15, heading to Rosh Pinah.
A couple of km out of Rosh Pinah, we made a right turn onto the D727 - what an amazing piece of dirt road! It was here, on one of the sandy patches that I saw some of my mates standing next to the road - all looking my way quite intently... Then all of the sudden my 1200 started thrashing her head around, and my arse took another bite out of my saddle - sand. And thick loose ones (made me think of Varsity sokkie-nights and some of the girls standing against the wall... But that is a story I am not going to repeat here. Or anywhere for that matter. What goes on varsity stays at varsity...)
atch:
But Stand-up, Look-up and Open-up worked and saved my ego. So I joined the group of now-less cheery mates and waited for Willem. We had to warn him too about that thick, loose one (I will never look at a patch sand the same again...atch: ) Obviously I had my camera ready as I saw the dust cloud approaching.
"Gaan hy dit maak?" Someone dryly asked. "Don't know, but I think we're in for a spot of entertainment!"
Willem looked like he owned that dirt road. Like a king... Broad shouldered and chin up. All that was needed in this picture was a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. Until his VERY warn front wheel kissed that sand. Ohhhh boy - now THAT was fun to watch! I've never seen someone almost moering neer so many times and saving it as many of times in a couple of seconds. Just look at the photos - one can actually FEEL his stress. And it is the first time I saw someone use ALL of the road... a couple of times.
When he came to a stop, his first words were "Jis, maar julle is n klomp drolle! Hoekom waarsku julle my nie!!?" He did not fall. How, we don't know, but he did not fall.
At Aus we refueled and decided to have a quick drink to settle the nerves, so of course Willem had his lime milkshake again. Our reputation as rof en onbeskof was busy sliding down a dune. We might as well take out our moonbags with our lip-gloss and strap it on.
We pushed through to Luderitz on tar and I got to take a couple of nice shots along the way of the (not so) wild horses of Aus and some Gemsbok. I told Chris in our intercom that I am turning off to an old empty building next to the railway lines - what a sight!
Just before Luderitz I heard Chris on the coms "Sand, sand, SAND!!!" His voice indicated a subtle tone of stress and urgency and I remember I found it quite amusing, as we were on tar. Then I saw it too. Thick and loose - just the way I like her... I mean it,... like IT, Dammit! The wind had blown it on a bend across the road, and if you hit that patch while leaning into the turn, you might find yourself in a spot of trouble.
At last we arrived at Luderitz and parked our bikes in front of your booked family room for five.
The first thing that next morning that shot through my mind was "****... This self-inflating mattress-thingy is not your average Sealy Posturepedic!" And then I heard Kobus complain about some snorers that surrounded him in stereo. I must admit - I heard nothing. Not even the rain the previous night.
The group of old geezers also came in the morning again for breakfast in their very lanie 4x4s and the tour leader came over to tell us we can have some yoghurt and fruit if we'd like.
While packing up, I battled to get my tent back in its box, so was not appreciating the point-and-laughs from my buddies. According to them they cannot believe I actually brought the tent still in its box...
As it goes, Kobus was first out of the blocks to go to the border post, and came back with a glum expression - the police sergeant was very on-the-ball and checked EVERYTHING. Luckily for Kobus, he does not have ****s, otherwise he would have had to give his bra-size...
Just before we left, one of the campers ran over with a bottle of OBS and a couple of tot glasses - Give that man a Bells!!!
Fekkit - Kobus did not exaggerate - the officer checked everything, and wanted to see everything. Registration papers, the works. It was at that stage that Abe gave a very femine high-pitched yelp (together with the hand in front of the mouth-thingy) - Somewhere along the route his license disc fell off. The man of the law just made "Tsk, tsk... Sêr, eish... I think you hêf a problêm..." We all could see Abe was in a spot of trouble - his Nam trip on the brink of not lifting off. I wanted to ask him if I could leave some of my stuff behind with him, but decided that my timing might be a tad off...
Luckily, after phoning everyone on his list of numbers, and after no one knew what to do with the poor KTM rider, he made Abe sign in his warning book.
At last we could proceed to cross the river. In the rain nogals! With a very gatvol Kobus waiting on the other side.
The Nam officials also wanted to know pretty much everything, so eventually we rode off after 11:15, heading to Rosh Pinah.
A couple of km out of Rosh Pinah, we made a right turn onto the D727 - what an amazing piece of dirt road! It was here, on one of the sandy patches that I saw some of my mates standing next to the road - all looking my way quite intently... Then all of the sudden my 1200 started thrashing her head around, and my arse took another bite out of my saddle - sand. And thick loose ones (made me think of Varsity sokkie-nights and some of the girls standing against the wall... But that is a story I am not going to repeat here. Or anywhere for that matter. What goes on varsity stays at varsity...)
atch:But Stand-up, Look-up and Open-up worked and saved my ego. So I joined the group of now-less cheery mates and waited for Willem. We had to warn him too about that thick, loose one (I will never look at a patch sand the same again...
atch: ) Obviously I had my camera ready as I saw the dust cloud approaching."Gaan hy dit maak?" Someone dryly asked. "Don't know, but I think we're in for a spot of entertainment!"
Willem looked like he owned that dirt road. Like a king... Broad shouldered and chin up. All that was needed in this picture was a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. Until his VERY warn front wheel kissed that sand. Ohhhh boy - now THAT was fun to watch! I've never seen someone almost moering neer so many times and saving it as many of times in a couple of seconds. Just look at the photos - one can actually FEEL his stress. And it is the first time I saw someone use ALL of the road... a couple of times.
When he came to a stop, his first words were "Jis, maar julle is n klomp drolle! Hoekom waarsku julle my nie!!?" He did not fall. How, we don't know, but he did not fall.
At Aus we refueled and decided to have a quick drink to settle the nerves, so of course Willem had his lime milkshake again. Our reputation as rof en onbeskof was busy sliding down a dune. We might as well take out our moonbags with our lip-gloss and strap it on.
We pushed through to Luderitz on tar and I got to take a couple of nice shots along the way of the (not so) wild horses of Aus and some Gemsbok. I told Chris in our intercom that I am turning off to an old empty building next to the railway lines - what a sight!
Just before Luderitz I heard Chris on the coms "Sand, sand, SAND!!!" His voice indicated a subtle tone of stress and urgency and I remember I found it quite amusing, as we were on tar. Then I saw it too. Thick and loose - just the way I like her... I mean it,... like IT, Dammit! The wind had blown it on a bend across the road, and if you hit that patch while leaning into the turn, you might find yourself in a spot of trouble.
At last we arrived at Luderitz and parked our bikes in front of your booked family room for five.
MickeyT
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1. Willem and Chris still feeling very Olympic while they wait for me to finish taking a couple of shots
2. Where the D727 and d446 meet
3. These two actually did NOT take a dump together - although at that stage I was not so sure
4 & 5. Nice spot to take a breather
2. Where the D727 and d446 meet
3. These two actually did NOT take a dump together - although at that stage I was not so sure
4 & 5. Nice spot to take a breather
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That looks like an awesome trip. Het nou so lekker saam gelag. great RR :thumleft:
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