Every 15 months or so we hit the global trail. We take photos, meticulously keep notes of which number is which photo, and note what we were doing at the time; forgetting of course about time lines and getting us and the camera hopelessly muddled on the dates when we return to civilisation. We zealously collect brochures and little scraps of momento's for the all time scrap album.
Alas the photos get stuck into their little meaningless date folders on the pc and we have our little arguments when we go through the photos about what happened where and when to the utter boredom of our loved ones; who by the way really were interested in tracking us at the time. Last year in our New Zealand travels Facebook helped a bit.
Back home life catches up with us and the organised report back never happens. The collection of stuff in the vomitorium grows however, placing a burden on the conscience. What for???
It is time to travel light, to travel electronically. We'll have a few practise sessions in and around home and come 3 June we'll be ready to roll. Please don't let those be famous last words ...
June 5th 2011
Here we are … Sydney gave us a cold and wet reception last night. Was it only last night? What with running Comrades last week and today's Jetlag, we have lived a 100 years in the last 96 hours. Welcoming smiles and hugs from Lourens soon made us realise we were back at our home from home. We left Fusion in the driver seat (see pic) at home. While we are away she gets to realise her life's dream… actually sleeping in her human's bedroom. It makes it so much easier to leave home knowing she is in good hands. Thanks so much Colleen, We were off to a slow start on the first leg of our journey on Wednesday with a five hour delay at George Airport. A bird flew into and damaged the engine ... read more
May 3rd 2011
Jip! It's official … Wian has no ants in his pants. He checked. Uwi won't let Gogo post the photo. A pity; it's soo cute. What is even more official is that the Knee-hi's have departed Witsand and are now back with their parents in Pretoria. Sigh! Walking along the nature reserve paths or along the river is just not the same without them. My skills in smelling out the enemy along the nature reserve paths are no longer in demand, neither am I required to lick faces; hands and baking bowls clean when Gogo bakes rusks. There's no denying; we are all three; Uwi, Gogo and I, Fusion are very happy to take a break from the ever insistent and pervading noise and constant why, why why? They kept us very busy… scootering; walking; climbing; ... read more
April 18th 2011
Jip! That's the buzzword in this household at the moment "Gogo,Gogo, dit is Jesus se eie,eie gogga" Wian came running along to Gogo with an almighty shiny black ant. Jean inspected the ant and decided that it was "Jesus se eie BLINK gogga". Just then Wian let loose an almighty wail; the ant had had enough and was pinching Wian like he was the devil's own. Gogo stepped in screaming with laughter and Jean sent the ant on his way to hell under wheel of his scooter. That was one of the calmer scenes in sleepy old Witsand the last two days. Jip! You have guessed it. The knee-hi's exploded into Witsand on Sunday evening. I got really worried when I saw Uwi prepping the Mercedes on Sunday morning. Were my humans on their way out ... read more
April 10th 2011
Well excuse me speaking with my mouth full. Cyclops is a guinea fowl with one leg, who lives on the banks of the Touws River in the Ebb and Flow National Park in the shadow of the Outeniqua mountains. His lack of a limb does not worry him too much. He is a seasoned beggar and enormous as guinea fowls go. He also has a very clever looking-after-my-family tactic. Three quarters of the way into consuming the cracker being offered to him by Gogo, his family arrived. All 42 of them; including 11 ever so cute little chicks, but it is the teenagers who take the cake. They lined up in disciplined fashion in front of the car and systematically picked away at the kamikaze moths and insects who had splattered themselves against the car on ... read more
April 5th 2011
Woof! I was so glad to see my humans on Sunday night instead of Monday morning as promised. They staggered in at about 20h00; still in their cycling gear, with medals around their necks, bikes absolutely filthy. I can't believe Gogo allowed her precious Juliet to get so dirty in the first place. Judging by the excited telephone calls; this won't be the first they will be rolling in the hay (read: rolling down the mountain). Gogo is nursing a prizewinning bruise on her hip; has a bloody knee and keeps sucking her left forefinger. Uwi has rinsed off his bike and packed it back into the car. He's off to Gauteng again and while he's away the derailleur needs attention. Again. Wounds were incurred and medals collected on the Vigne a' Vigne; the annual mountain ... read more
March 31st 2011
Woof! I knew it…they are off somewhere again. My humans are poring over their mountain bikes again. Ever since Gogo acquired Juliet they make these funny day trips away from home. Now it's a case of washing bikes with buckets of soapy water, rubbing bike frames with diesel soaked rags , endless spinning of wheels and checking for thorns. Do you know they spent several hundred rand on getting into a tubeless state with their tyres. Last Sunday they left me behind and went into the mountains behind Heidelberg to ride the Huysmanshoek Pass to get in some practise. Gogo came back with this wild-eyed look - exhilaration she called it. Uwi apparently has a bruise on each bum. They had to take one of the bikes into Swellendam Cycle Shop on Monday to have the ... read more
March 30th 2011
(Just a word from our dog on this beautiful place we call home.) Hello! That's me in the attached photo; bit of a cross between a German Shepherd and a Border Collie. I am a rescue dog. They say I am a pretty dog. I dunno - what do you think? They (Oupa Uwi and Gogo) rescued me from my past and changed my name from Lulu to Fusion in an attempt to get me to lose the chip on my shoulder. The past has fallen away, I still have "obsessive, compulsive barker" on my CV. My predecessor is a hard act to follow. Can you believe it, they even named my favourite place on the beach after him. Pilgrim's Point; the place where the river meets the sea. His ashes drift in the waves and ... read more