Beemer Mike
Race Dog
Trip Report: Botswana: March 2013.
Thursday 21st: Day 1.
Wayne Edwards on a Yamaha Tenere 1200 and myself on a BMW 1150 GSA met at 5H30 am at the BP garage (Beyers Naude) at the onramp to the concrete highway.
Fuel topped up, and oil and tyres checked and we were ready to go. Even though it was early there was a fair amount of traffic on the road but being on bikes we weaved through the vehicles and made our way up to the Modimole off ramp which we took. The toll gate gantry at the off ramp was deserted so we rode through and climbed onto a very good condition R33.
We refuelled at Vaalwater and were soon at the Martin’s Drift border post. Formalities and P190 later we were through into Botswana. A quick refuel stop for both the bikes and ourselves at Kwa Nokeng Caltex and we were away (price of fuel in Botswana is P9.70).
I could feel adventure and the smells of the Botswana bush gave added determination and that feeling of freedom that one often feels whilst on a long motorbike trip.
Some 50 odd kays outside Kwa Nokeng and all hell broke loose.
Thursday 21st: Day 1.
Wayne Edwards on a Yamaha Tenere 1200 and myself on a BMW 1150 GSA met at 5H30 am at the BP garage (Beyers Naude) at the onramp to the concrete highway.
Fuel topped up, and oil and tyres checked and we were ready to go. Even though it was early there was a fair amount of traffic on the road but being on bikes we weaved through the vehicles and made our way up to the Modimole off ramp which we took. The toll gate gantry at the off ramp was deserted so we rode through and climbed onto a very good condition R33.
We refuelled at Vaalwater and were soon at the Martin’s Drift border post. Formalities and P190 later we were through into Botswana. A quick refuel stop for both the bikes and ourselves at Kwa Nokeng Caltex and we were away (price of fuel in Botswana is P9.70).
I could feel adventure and the smells of the Botswana bush gave added determination and that feeling of freedom that one often feels whilst on a long motorbike trip.
Some 50 odd kays outside Kwa Nokeng and all hell broke loose.
