Said cheers to Gavin and his pets which included Whitey and
the awesomely named Zaptronics or Zappy for short. Haha. He had the 2
nd best
name I had heard on this trip so far.
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And Tappet. This is how a cat supposed to act. Wonder how that cat in Van zylsrus is handling. Agh he was awesome in his own way. I mean how cats not be? |
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Stay in Karino. |
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Whitey, Zaptronics and Sweat Pig. |
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Ill let my beard do the smiling. |
The first 20kms of the N4 were done
quickly as it was slightly down and pretty straight all the way to
Komatiepoort. It was also pleasant because of the valleys I was riding through
with the hilly tops all over the place. And the Crocodile river I passed also
looked quite nice. And the fields of sugarcane. Man, they looked so delicious.
Just wanted to steal me some of that sugary deliciousness. I was also
approaching what was a first on my journey. A toll booth. Nothing to worry
about. Didn’t have to pay. Stoked. Though I had to pay another way as I got
another damn flat tyre. But I was helped out by 2 guys who worked at the toll
booth who provided a bucket of water for me to check where the hole was. Much
appreciated. Then I was off again.
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Get in my belly sugar cane. |
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Love this name. |
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Another lovely rive crossing. |
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Helpful duo at the Toll booth. |
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And just like that the mountains are gone. |
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See, this is what makes a dangerous road even more dangerous. The need to capture it in that moment. |
It now became quite a dodgy ride in parts as the shoulder as
the rode was pretty damn small and there were plenty, and I mean plenty busses
and trucks using the road. At one point I actually had to pull off the road for
fear of being hit by a bus that I saw was being overtaken by another bus. That
was a close one. I knew I had to get off this road asap and I held it together
till I finally got to Komatiepooort where I breathed a sigh of relief. I had
made it past the near death trap that was the N4. Take note cyclists. The N4
going towards Mozambique is pretty kak on a Saturday.
I had hoped to have a place to stay over in Komatiepoort
from this one guy I spoke to at the wedding a few days ago but that didn’t
happen. So I eventually ended up staying at the caravan camp park near the
entrance of the town. This was after I was rejected by the police for the first
time. Sob, sniff, why?!?! By now I had decided that tomorrow I would continue
down towards Swaziland instead of heading into Mozambique towards Maputo.
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Captain Rubbish? |
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I really should be getting that place to sleep right now. |
Distance 100kms
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