Old Legs 2018 Tour
Blog Entry 32 - Day 15
If my arse was a TV character, he’d be Dr Frank Burns from the TV sitcom Mash. Frank Burns was always whingeing, whining and threatening to quit but no one listened to him or took him serious. And so it has come to pass on the Old Legs Tour, finally.
My legs are boss, now fully believing they can do this to Cape Town thing. 5 of our 6 monster 160 km plus days are now behind us. And my legs haven’t just survived, they’re stronger.
Frank Burns my arse continues to whinge, whine and bleat but he’s muted by triple padding, bum cream and Arnica Ice. But I expect an increase in Frank’s volume when he finds out that Arnica Ice is not a standard stock item in South Botswana. Alas. Maybe they’ll stock it in Hotazel. When pigs fly.
The Old Legs Tour rode into South Africa 5 up this afternoon, having been joined by Ryan. The 100 km morning ride out of Phipheng to Thabong was glorious, one of our best rides. On some stretches we had no cars, no pedestrians, no nothing for an hour or more. Just bush and trees and clusters of golden coreopsis under the bluest of skies. No meerkats either though. But I did see a sign with a camel on it. There sure is a lot of Botswana with not a lot of anything living in it. I want to come live in it.
We were sad to say goodbye to Botswana. It is a huge, vast beautiful, peaceful country with lovely people. We made lots of friends.
We rode into South Africa through McCarthy’s Rest instead of Makopong as originally planned. We re-routed so as to avoid a stretch of dirt road into Hotazel we’d heard about. You can imagine our faces when the lady at the border post asked us why we’d chosen the McCarthy’s Rest route with a hundred kilometers of dirt.
But for the fact I’ve toughened up, I would have cried. We’ve put skinny tyres on our mountain bikes that make soft sand almost impossible. And 100 kms of that will really take the wind out of our sails. More Hotazel tax. But we rode 7 kms of it to get to our night stop, Springbokpan Guest Farm and it wasn’t too bad. The Guest Farm is beautiful. I haven’t seen any meerkats yet but expect to see lots in the morning. We’re camping but have use of hot showers and porcelain flush loos. I luxuriate on porcelain and fully expect it to catch on.
On a subject pertaining to porcelain, Dave wants the ride group to downgrade to one ply, so as to be more frugal and to toughen up down below. I think there will be mutiny within the ranks.
The back of my legs are now fully tanned. To even the tan up, I’m going to have ride north for a month. Bruce’s legs look odd most mornings. He has long lost control of the contents of his suitcase and wears any socks, in any order. He wore 1 white and 1 black to day. I’m keeping my eye on his ankles for my missing pink sock.
Tomorrow’s blog will come to you from Hotazel, the cultural centre of the Universe where Candice Bergen often vacationed.
Until then, enjoy and pedal if you can
Eric Tanned Chicken Legs but only on one side de Jong