Motorcycle Explorer September 2016 Issue 13 | Page 82

We loaded her luggage onto our bikes and headed back to Belfast.
Not a happy Chikita!
Luckily our friend Pieter de Koker also forgot to
‘touch wood’ this morning when he offered to be our
pick-up in times of need over the weekend.
Pieter offered to bring his 1150 as a replacement so
we could still continue our hunt for Adam.
While we were standing in the reception of the Good
Old Days cottage where we booked in for the night,
Chikita sent Kraai a kiekie of the snapped frame and
received a ‘tjeep tjainies’ sms back. Disgusted Chikita
looked up and out of her mouth fell the words, “Die
klein poes…”
Ettas and myself just stood there in silence waiting
for the tannie behind the counter to look up from her
invoice book. The tannie scribble on non-chalantly
and after what seemed like an hour she said, “Toe
maar, ons almal gebruik maar daai woord van tyd tot
tyd.”
Chikita sank at least 30cm into the ground.
Glad we didn’t camp that night as apparently the
extreme elements ‘fries’ you brains and you forget
how to spell ‘VRIES’ (Afrikaans for freeze).