Next morning up early.... Today is EC-Bash time.
Off back to Patensie. The usual breakfast at the usual place. Then top up with petrol and into the Baviaans.
Real men enter Baviaans via Patensie. Moffies en dogtertjies from Willomore side

Hooligans across the mountains

But the road is BAD... Again the little Honda is happy to take all the punishment I can throw at her.
Through Smitskraal and then we had to stop to have some coffee. My mug is packed into my big bag, so I take a plastic bottle and make myself a glass to enjoy some of Jupiters finest.
We got to Doorkraal first and just as we stopped 2 BMW riders came to a screeching halt next to me. I got such I fright the Honda toppled over to the right hand side and there she is on her side.
It was Jmol and BarryC. Old Barry helped me pick up the bike and get it on the side stand. He was worried that the tank have a big dent in it. Only the front brake lever had a nice bend in it.
Saturday I had to do some washing, but just sitting around and listen to all the stories was great.
Then we sat... and sat and talked and talked. And eat and eat... and went to bed early.
Old friends, new friends and sommer cool okes.
What a JOL.
I loved the joke that Twe-Twes husband Andries told:
Die jong troep kom by die basis aan vir diensplig. Elke keer as iemand na hom kyk dan skree hy.... WAARSHY... WAARSHY....
Na die hele dag se rondlopery op die basis met 'n WAARSHY... WAARSHY ... is die korporall toe oortuig daar is iets verkeerd met die mannetjie.
So hy vat hom na die doktor toe. Daar is dit weer... WAARSHY... WAARSHY.
Die doktor neem sy boekie. Skry daar in dat die man medies ongeskik is vir militere diensplig. Stmple hom en handig die papier aan die troep.
Die troep bestudeer die briefie aandagtig. Lees hom nog 'n keer deur en skreeuw........ DAARSHY... DAARSHY.
We had a great time at the Bash. Thanks Jupiter
