Waking up rather late on Sunday morn, well 730am to be precise, I went down to brekkie only to see my boys all dressed, fed and champing at the bit to hit the road. We had Jolled into the early hours of the night, with CRF230 racing on the stoep and 990 Burnouts smoking out the bar area. due to all this merryment and copius amounts of Captain moron being quaffed, we felt quite KAK!
So we pushed off back to Trennery lodge, opting to take the easy direct route which was far longer but probably quicker. this was decided as most of our group were still properly drunk or in the begining stages of a massive hangover.