Spar for some goodies πππππ₯π° lunch bar π€¦♂️. 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 1️⃣8️⃣ teeeeeee. Well it was warm. I barely managed the climb. I have done it before but last ⌚ it was refreshingly overcast ☁️⛅. No such luck yesterday! Anyway once at the top ⛰ 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―️ 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 ➡️. Without stopping I turned ➡️. 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€·♂️. 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 ✋π» has decided to be painful too πΊπΌ. I feel like used parts. The ⏳ 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 ⬅️ or a ➡️ turning with the same ending. I choose ⬅️. About 4kms down what the hell do I find π€π€·♂️ 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 ⛺ 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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