Mustn't complain too much, it had been a good rally, the ride up on Friday had been fantastic even though the wind was blowing quite strongly. Frank and I met at 14h30 at the intersection outside the Langebaan Weg airforce base.
It was only a two hour ride so we took it easy, had a brief stop in Riebeek for a beer at a really pleasant little pub and then a fuel stop when we arrived in Worcester. We pulled into the rally site around 17h00 and eventually found ourselves a good spot to make camp, by then the wind was blowing quite hard so I tied my tent to a tree,
I didn't want it blowing over as had happened before! Once we had everything set up, mattresses inflated and bikes locked up it was time to have a look around and see if any old friends were around. It was good to see that Dalton the rally chef was there, his restaurant tent is always the centre of good happenings at the rallies and I think this guy is a real "celebrity chef", forget about that namby pamby Jamie Oliver or Gordon Ramsay, I'd love to see a TV program with this chef - his food is bloody great and he is a well known rally personality. This is his welcome to my restaurant look!
We drank a couple of beers, wandered around greeting old friends and making new ones, we went into the main hall and listened to the music and just generally got into the rally vibe. The food stalls were really top class with a good variety of food on sale.
You really do meet the nicest kind of guys at the rallies, biker brothers all and we often bump into each other at various rallies around the cape. Memories of Friday night sort of blurred a bit but I know I had a good time and it was in the very early hours of the morning that I eventually crawled into my tent.
I was not a happy camper on Saturday morning! It didn't take too long to come right and as the wind was blowing quite a lot harder by then I decided to skip the mass ride, in fact I decided to skip all riding for the day.
By late Saturday the party in the main hall was hotting up and it became the centre of attraction, the beers were cheap and the strippers were good, pretty much all you need for a successful rally really! 
Which brings me back to Sunday morning, the lousy weather woke Frank up earlier than usual and we decided to get going. We bundled up our wet stuff and tied it all onto our bikes and then headed for home, in places it rained really hard and it wasn't long before my boots and my gloves were wet through. Still we rode at 120 to 130kmh blasting through the storm, slowing down occasionally when a vehicle in front caused a wake of spray until we could see far enough ahead to blast past and settle back into a comfortable cruise.
We stopped twice to have a break, changed wet gloves and laughed at each other and splashed off into the rain again and by about 13h00 I was at home having a hot shower. What a good weekend, and yes I will definitely do it again!
Here's something else we Cape bikers see plenty of! It's not uncommon to be diving into a lovely sweeper in a mountain pass and suddenly you find yourself in amongst a troop of baboons all over the road and the verges, they are incredibly quick and agile though and I have never seen or experienced any bikers hitting them - thank goodness because there are some big ones! There are a lot of other animals that we have to be careful of though, some that are not as quick or agile; from tortoises and snakes to small buck and in some other parts of the country, large game. Particularly in the evenings one has to be very aware of wild animals, I came very close to hitting a very large and very angry porcupine one night, can you imagine what that would have done to my tires?!
This was the view from the restaurant where we had breakfast this morning; "Ciao Baby Cucino", an amazing buffet breakfast for R60 per person - you do the math! I was so stuffed I couldn't eat another thing until later in the evening.
This is where we were last weekend, in Spain on holiday - we flew out on Friday and had lunch at a private hacienda and then flew back on Sunday, what a lovely weekend!
It's a fabulous old place right on the beach and worth a bloody fortune just because of it's location and the fact that it's on a double plot, I wouldn't be able to afford to buy the place but hopefully we may be able to go there once in a while.
Here's a braai that I did the other day, sausages and miellies and to prepare the sausages I braai them over the coals, rolling them around until they are almost done, then I remove them and slice them open through the middle lengthwise. I then sprinkle the rare meat with Aromat and black pepper and place them back on the grid flesh side down and brown them well.
And again on a totally different note; our hero has just clinched his seventh world title! Just look at this picture, you cannot get a motorbike much lower than that! He has to keep his knee and elbow tucked in to keep them off the tar.
Note to self: Next time remove the hosepipe before taking the bloody photo!
Janet had in the meantime made three lovely milk tarts and as there are no children around I was allowed to lick the bowl! During the course of the evening and the next morning we prepared creamy Aromat potatoes (one of my favourites) and roasted butternut squash. It was a very successful meal by all accounts, I certainly enjoyed it.
It does look rather good though, doesn't it? It was.
Sunday dawned clear and calm and although a "moderate" wind was forcast we headed out after our traditional spa bath, I was feeling relaxed and calm (and clean) and eager for the ride - I had been looking forward to it ever since Fungis suggested it at the rally the previous weekend. Frank was already at the meeting point and it wasn't long before Fungis and Graham rolled in.
Fungis' dashboard clock wasn't set so he asked Graham to help him, they both ride the same bikes so Graham took out his book and they got busy, we chided them to get a move on, we didn't have all day! "There, spot on." said Fungis, "Now all I have to do when I want to tell the time is add on thirty minutes." Eventually we set off - thirty minutes early?! At least Fungis won't be late for anything!
It was a good brisk pace set up by Fungis and Graham with us third and Frank bringing up the rear and a thoroughly enjoyable ride. I tried to imagine if I didn't have the motorbike, if I had a car, would I be doing a trip like this? I don't think so, car drivers don't do things like this because it's no fun.
Fungis decided to phone a friend, yes they were already at the venue "The Pleasant Pheasant" which we had passed a short while ago. Never a dull moment with Fungis around, we soon pulled into the familiar venue where he reckoned we were going for our "Holy Commotion!" 
The Riebeek Valley is an incredibly picturesque area and a very popular area for bikers on Sunday breakfast runs, there are always plenty of bikes parked outside the myriad little restaurants and taverns in the town. We met up with the Winelands Ulysses group and were soon joined by Dick and Janet who had ridden through from Capetown.
It was a very pleasant couple of hours, we had a couple of beers and a good laugh with a great bunch of people which more than made up for the very average breakfast and soon it was time for the ride home. We went back through Malmesbury and then hit the rather boring 80km long stretch of the R45 with a vengeance, barelling along at a comfortable 150 to 160kmh. At that speed it didn't take long before we were pulling up outside the "Buffalo Bar" again for the A.B.F.
Here's Frank and Fungis misbehaving again!
