Day 1 SaturdayDepart Durbanville 6h30 am...en dis p03s koud en dik mistig. Fok...jy wil mos. The mist was an issue as I had a long day planned slogging it up to the border.
Did I mention it was p03s cold?! I had on all my clothes and winter gloves and I was still kakking off.
Mist meant 75km/h at most...shit this is going to be a looong day. Jy will mos Van Rooyen

By Malmesbury te mist started to lift slightly and I was treated to a beautifull Cape winter morning with everything green and pretty...and getting even pretty colder.
Just as I thought I was getting rid of the mist it settled in again and I had to tag a truck to Piketberg. A bit dodgy but I needed to cover some ground.
At Piketberg I stopped for a coffee and a ciggie...I was now properly frozen. I zoned in on the coffee machine like a homing pigeon. The AIDS was not liking the moist cold air and I felt like shit.
A well...at least the mist has cleared so press on we must. High spirits at this stage though. I was on holiday and realizing a dream one kilometer at a time.
As most single cylinder owner would agree with...super slabbing is not the forte of this type of bike. The baby Ten is better than most but with 2 teeth extra at the back for this trip 130km/H GPS speed translated to 5500rpm. So at this lofty RPM I gunned it to the border.
At Klawer I topped up...11l for 160km?!? Fok...bankrot teen Windhoek!?
Chatted to Rassie and Michael. They were from Vredendal out on a day ride. Rassie on hos brand new 1290 Super Adv and Michael (who forgot his gloves at home) on his 990. Nice guys

Brekkie was a cheese griller, biltong and coffee.
Now the missus has this annoying habbit whenever I go away. Once I am all packed and ready to go she shoves a bag of snacks in my hand that I normally do not have space for...this time the bag included about half a kilo of biltong. How the F is that going to go over the border I was thinking?
Got stuck at some roadworks at the new bridge after Clanwilliam...about 20min delay.
Heading past Garies the sun was out in full and I was giving it the beans. Just before departure I finally managed to get my music setup right and I was reaping the rewards now. Dethklock blaring, max RPM...life is good

And 15km later after ripping up the pass past Groenriver the puncture monster notified its presence when I slightly backed of the throttle as I crested the pass. Ag fok tog nie nou nie

. As far as punctures go this one was actually very convenient as 50m on there was one of those universal roadside stops with some benches and shade. It was cold though so hardly a sweat was broken during the tyre change.
At Springbok another 21.4l for 299km...the credit card was buckling under the onslaught

126km to go to border...life is good.
Getting warm now...Ice cold coke at the Enden and then final push.