I am in Uniondale. And this guesthouse, run by Sue, is exactly what I need so that I can recover from a day of gusting winds and continuous rain. Riding over DuToits Kloof Pass was made interesting by the tree branches littering the road (on principle no biker goes through the tunnle because we get charged the same as a car and trailer). I crossed the bridge at the entrance to Montagu with water just easing over the edge onto the road. The traffic authorities closed the road soon after this. Lunch at the Country Pumpkin in Barrydale is obligatory because the owner personally welcomes bikers, offering a tot of Old Brown and ensuring that each biker leaves with a Route 62 metal badge.
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:) sounds like your soul as well as your body is being fed. blessings
Pete... you make a harrowing trip on two wheels sound like a holy pilgrimage!
You gotta stop off in Kenton-on-sea! I'm sure the fogies would love to give a damp biker some tea!
An Easy Rider through the Karroo -- cool!
Funny how being on two wheels gives one a different perspective on life.
For example, rain. In a car, one squeals like a stuffed pig about traffic, the car getting dirty, etc...
On a bike, it rains, you get wet, you'll dry yourself at the other end. No problem...
Blessings as you continue on your "holy pilgrimage". One day I'll have a decent bike and will be able to do the same.
I read your comment on Becky's blog and clicked on yours to see more about you. Your description of biking where the water is lapping on the road is out of my dreams! I grew up in central Illinois and one of the back roads would invariably be flooded during rains; we would often go through anyway. I still have "nightmares" of losing the road and getting off into the water.
I'm impressed with your challenge to be thinkers as we experience life. Think I'll mark your blog as a favorite and check it from time to time.
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