This weekend was my first solo ride with the Old Lady, the KLR.
Last week we had brilliant winter weather: Sunshine, blue skies, and mild temperature between 22 and 25 degrees centigrade during daytime.
I wish I had 77 senses so that I could absorb the beauty of life, colours and smells much better. And then I realised that I miss the long and lonely days that I’d spent on the KLR. I had to spend some time on the KLR.
I packed the bike early Saturday and left north, to the Far Northern Transvaal. (I will not tell my oncologist) The sunshine disappeared and soon I was riding into a misty cold bushveld. Neither the cold misty weather nor my frozen body could lessen the joy of being alive. THANKS dear Lord!
A place that had a very special place in my youth memory was Bandelierskop, a station on the main railway line to Zimbabwe.
The two photographs will tell the story of sweet memories.
(On Tuesday I am back at the hospital, innocent as a biker only can be)