I am writing from an internet cafe in the town of Springbok, there are 5 cycling days left and the buzz of Capetown is all around. Every time I pass a road sign and see the kilometres gradually reducing I am overcome with mixed emotions. Each day on the bike, although it's not always enjoyable or easy it's always a blessing.
Springbok in Springbok Springbok is an alcoholic shot as well as a town in South Africa. Yep, thanks to my good friend Erica De Jager I have drank this shot in it's namesake town. It's a special day and will be remembered with much love like the time I ate a Frankfurt in Frankfurt or when I drank a Windhoek in Windhoek.
Dance of the Flaming Bums I don't want to give too much away on this because I want you to be able to read my blog from the comfort of your workplace. During the course of a cycling day, say 145kms long, the average spandex clad cyclist will think of what every 8 seconds ? OH YES that's right ........ food. After that it's your guess. Some think of the end, what's next, what happens after such a long journey ? What knowledge have they acquired along the way ? Some cyclists however think of other things. Clive for example, a good friend of mine from England suggested the Dance of the Flaming Bums. This should only be attempted after a beer maybe 2. It's first and foremost a race where each contestant must fast walk down the street with toilet paper in it's natural position, fully ignited. The person to run the furthest wins.
The location was Main St. in Garies, the contestants remain nameless (Clive, George and someone from Ireland). Dave Pennington brought the iPod and loud sound system guarenteed to wake up the locals. On your marks, get set, LIGHT ! There were some burns and body hair did once again prove flammable. After several heats and a final it proved impossible to declare a winner as people were laughing too hard. Needless to say it was a well documented event : there is video footage and many photographs which should deter all involved from a career in politics.