Spar for some goodies πππππ₯π° lunch bar π€¦ββοΈ. Having eaten some of the bounty it was full speed ahead. A short meander to the bottom of Rooiberg Pass and this is probably where the joy left me π. It was getting into the triple digits π‘ again. Probably around 1οΈβ£8οΈβ£ teeeeeee. Well it was warm. I barely managed the climb. I have done it before but last β it was refreshingly overcast βοΈβ
. No such luck yesterday! Anyway once at the top β° the views were breathtaking. Yes I was still catching my breath. The descent. Well again... yay!!! I can't really descend that fast. I have luggage. One item being a π, yes five liter bottle of π―οΈ h2ooooh! You π I can never be π―% sure on whether I need it or not. Rather too much than too little she π.
Past Rooiberg Lodge. Not camping there this time. Noooooo. Much better idea it has. So I continue. Van Wyksdorp. Wow. π². What a π©π³. I am guided ππ» to the shop. A coke. They have no water. No one in that town has money for water. It comes from the π°. And I concur. So off again. I don't really have a plan yet. Was going to go to Herbertsdale. I keep pushing. To my good fortune a respectable π¬π¦² has arrived. It just keeps getting warmer. π₯³. I get to the turn off. Herbertsdale straight or Montagu β‘οΈ. Without stopping I turned β‘οΈ. I can't explain why. So now I am going down this road with the mountain on my left. I mean it is pretty. But why I did this I don't know π€·ββοΈ. Searching new areas this was supposed to be.
I am doing what I can to keep moving. The π¦΅π» are sore. My bum is burning and now π€―π₯³ my βπ» has decided to be painful too πΊπΌ. I feel like used parts. The β³ keep rolling by. I suddenly get a little nervous that I have not found a π spot. I get a section of road that has a β¬
οΈ or a β‘οΈ turning with the same ending. I choose β¬
οΈ. About 4kms down what the hell do I find π€π€·ββοΈ well I'll tell you. It's a ππ§. I know right. If I unpack my bike it will be dark once I have gotten over and repacked it. There is absolutely no other way around this gate. So I turn around... every now and then I fall apart. Just kidding. About a kilometer I see a fairly decent place to sleep. Bit of grass etc.
So there is where it was to be. Except was it π¦§π. Nooooooooo. I had managed to miss the thorn π³ that was growing right next to me. So guess what I was doing last night? Come on guess. Okay okay. I was removing thorns that had pierced the bottom of my βΊ and injected me with 5000 neurons of pain. I think I found them all so no worries for the next person that π there.
TBC...
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