I get thoughts about this often, π§ or π¬π¦² what is worse??? Well right now the rain was on top of that list. π
π€£ I stopped for a ☕ and the lady serving me could barley hold back her laughter. I must have looked quite bad π₯΄π΅π€£. ☕ done let's go. Obviously as soon as I got to my accommodation for the night it stopped π§. I had to make a donkey π¦ for hot water π¦§π€¬. The wood was... wet. Lunch bar. Anyway about 15 of their π§»π§» later we had a π₯ going. There was evidence of others but no sign of them. I did what I needed to do. ⛺π₯ͺπ·π.
By the time I was kosher the other guests had arrived. A couple. Nice folk. 10 years older than me. We got chatting. They ended up making me dinner and I had a few π₯π₯π₯ whiskeys from their collection. 15 year old Chivas. GREAT SUCCESS.
The next morning in wet clothes I said my goodbyes and f'd off. Swellendam. ππ at the cafe. Looked in the π²π’ too. Bit full of themselves so I left. Off to Breede River. This will be short lived. I arrive π¬. All formalities done π¬. Only one there π¬. Well only human. Since the moment I arrived something has attacked me. I think π¦π¦π¦ these fuckers. Je Sus am I itchy. Bites that look like I have been attacked with a π‘. No matter what I did I don't seem to be able to get them under control. I have by now basically covered myself in germolene and peaceful sleep. The only thing peaceful here was π¦π¦π¦ full of my π©Έπ©Έπ©Έ. It was not good.
I did manage some sleep but nothing peaceful about it. They should expect an email from me in the coming days.
The next morning the π§π§ had set in again. It was to be my π₯ day not riding since I set off. I felt alone. Ashamed. My π² looked at me. I looked at my π². A tear ran down my face. It was heart wrenching. I sat closer to it. The front tyre went down. I started talking and apologizing, the back tyre went down. I got up and screamed and said "look at the weather" the chain fell off. I cried some more.
With all my itchy bites killing me, I repaired and cleaned my π². When I had finished the π made a slight tingle. I knew we were best friends again π€ πΊ. The night was another one of little sleep and mutch scratching. I shall never go back to that spot. Or that stupid river.
Today was a better deal of the cards. ππ♠️♥️♦️♣️. It was aces all round. The bike was packing itself while I πΏπ§½π§Όπͺ. It was ready to attack this day. Dressed and ⛑ on I left the π¦ and the bad sleep behind. π️ take a left turn. For the most part the road had already dried up. Good for the bike. It was pretty quick going. Lots of fun. Some hard work here and there but mostly just great riding.
And here I am. Another π©π³ of a town π
π€£. Bredasdorp they called this flush. The campsite π€. No walls. No gate. No thanks. So I booked in at the one star ⭐ hotel. Still trying to work out what they got the star for. π¦§π€·♂️π€¦♂️. The internet is like the government... very inconsistent. But actually the rest is fine. I have pitched my ⛺ in the room and taken the mattress from the π. It should be pretty comfy. At least I am safe π€ and if I need a πΊ the bar downstairs seems to double as a shebeen, so they will probably be open all night ππππ₯±π€‘π€£.
Hope you are all well? Life has been good. Very good. Apart from the π¦π¦π¦ I have been very lucky and happy. Hopefully I get to see you all soon.
G.
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