Picketburg & Here

Yesterdays journey took me to a little spot at the top of Picketburg mountain. I had been told about this magnificent place by the couple from Jamaka. They had mentioned that I had to go there. So it was a pretty simple affair then, that would be my next spot.

I got lost as usual. I mean this place is at the end of the road. You simply cannot fuck it up. I did 😃🤣. I am good at getting lost. Like the cave on the mountain... you simply cannot get lost they said. It took me 2 attempts to find it ⚠️⬆️⬇️➡️⬅️ I have the built in compass of a singing 🦮 🧭

Anyway the spot was found and the lady owner is a magnificent woman. She offered me camping or a little cottage with some beds in for the same price. I am beginning to like my one bedroom open plan casa so I went with camping. I was warned by her son that it would be cold. I asked him... if a bear shits in the woods, does it smell? He looked confused so did I so he left me at the spot with a promise of returning with more firewood. It's in a forest bru. There is wood everywhere. 

He was surely correct the night was cold. But my new 0 degree sleeping bag had that one covered! 

The morning started with lightning the 🦄 that's a donkey by the way. The water gets hot and you shower voila. Like riding a bike. So with the fire raging I got in the shower. Now... these things take a little time to heat up. I thought I had given it enough. 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 was I wrong. The water was freezing. So wrapped in my towel I head off to the donkey and presto it up with half a forest. An hour later I was legit, and sparkling clean Greg rose back to life. 

On my departure I stopped by the house to settle up. The owner lady, the wise son and myself had a good 45ish minute chat. What fantastic people and excellent stop. I am grateful for that stop. It was top class. 

The engine roars and I am on my way to Tulbagh for the night. I drive around for about an hour looking for a decent spot. Then as I am passing some hole in the wall pub I see some patrons chatting getting ready to roll.

I pull up and enquire with a young lass where are is the camping lekka in this metropolis of yours. She lifts her hand to my face, pulls out her 🐕&🦴 (☎️) and makes a call to an anonymous person. I don't prat Afrikaans so I wait for her to hang up and then she instructs me on where to go.

So here I am. Magical little place. In bed and ready for sleep. 

Have a good evening all. Much peace to all.

😴😴