The next morning was to be our last as a team. Charlotte and Steve were taking the direct route back to George while Pierre and the girls had to follow the boys back to Cape Town and then take the bikes on to George later. We thought we had plenty of time and the weather had turned good again so a hearty breakfast was had by all. Then we went outside to find the trailer had another flat tyre. No shocker there then – we couldn’t really expect anything less! This put us behind schedule (which was pretty tight anyway as the boys had a plane to catch that afternoon and who knew how DaveC would wind up security at the airport?!) A quick photo call was followed by goodbyes as the 2 bikers set off home. The rest of us headed back up the road to the local garage to get the puncture fixed. Wimpy anyone?
We were soon off again and the boys were able to take in the sights of South Africa – something Gareth had missed on the way up as he was concentrating so hard on his biking. It was beautiful as we made our way through valleys of vineyards and orange and lemon orchards. We passed a field which was being crop sprayed by a local pilot. Talk about skills – this guy was flying under the electricity wires.
After a brief petrol stop (which DaveC completely missed as he was motoring along like an old fella) we headed up over the mountains. The view on the way down was incredible – we could see nearly as far as the cape and it was all green and pretty flat. In reality the road undulated and it wasn’t for another while until we could see Table Mountain. There was just enough time for some last minute Superman biking although the cops didn’t seem too impressed. We pulled into the same petrol station we left from weeks earlier and put the 125s back on the trailer. A quick trip to the mall (cheers Pierre) and the boys were taken to the airport.
So how do you summarise the trip? Two words: in credible.
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