Beware the evil curse of flat tyres!
This past weekend we went to Robertson and of course our regular midday ride
promised as much sweat as ever with the temperature 34+ - if you want to learn
how to deal with African sun, Robertson is really a good way to acclimatise!
We set off around 12:30, making our way through the little streets. This
little town has more churches in it than some larger cities! ( is this
diversity or is it disagreement?) The little town of Robertson is alot of fun
to ride around in, the view of the mountains, the cute little houses, the
parks, the churches and of course the regular sighting of the parachutes
floating serenely downwards....all set such a good cycling scene.
Around the back of the town closest to the mountains was the first leg of our
ride, we had not been there before and needed a change of scenery - luckily
you cannot get lost here, if you do find yourself briefly questioning your
direction, all you have to do if you cannot see the mountains, is just keep
going in one direction until you reach the other end of the town (which surely
cannot be longer than 6km, if that in some places).
Although part of this expedition was to go buy some lunch we both found
ourselves thoroughly enjoying this particular ride and decided we would press
on much longer than usual and the euphoria seemed to suppress the hunger (or
maybe in hind-sight the euphoria may have been caused by a little dehydration
and hunger!) Either way, we were content to keep on zooming around this
little town.
Our imagination tranformed the dips and turns and little traffic circles into
obstacle courses. (These circles actually resemble giant mosquito bites in
the tar! I dont know what these circles are for, except to serve as really
cool bumps to bounce over on the bicycle!) After a little imaginary off-
roading and traversing most of the actual roads in the town, we gave into the
hunger pangs and took a break under a tree in one of the parks. BBQ chicken
and coke for the main course. I only realized afterwards that my hands were
filthy - I suppose once we are in the middle of Namibia, getting used to
eating with dusty or dirty hands now may be a good thing as we will not be
wasting precious water for the sake of a few germs! Then again with the
vaccinations we have had I think we are pretty much immune to everything!!!
(Well at least I hope so!)
On the one end of Robertson is the cemetery, serene place that looked almost
forgotten by all except the obvious theives who could not resist robbing
something from inside part of the closed-off region of the cemetery. I think
they missed the part where the cultures who bury their dead with valuables are
either long gone with the ancients or dont live here in South Africa! It
makes no sense to me what a person can steal from a graveyard, but I guess we
will see more surprising things as we travel through Africa.
On our way back to the drop-zone (where the skydiving club is in Robertson),
we came across a new development of fancy little houses and could not resist
the little streets (and seeing as there was no boom yet, well, what would you
do!? :) ) Up and down the little streets we scooted, until we came across an
interesting looking little stream effort with a mildly challenging slope on the one
end and well this was in the direction of the drop-zone so we thought we could
find a short cut and bundu-bash at the same time.
Risking not so severe injury but certainly severe giggles, we hopped over the
little trickly and dragged the bicycles up the slope, my bike trying to attack
me in the process! (this was after lunch so it was not a figment of my sugar-deprived imagination).
Once on the other side we came across the gates on the
other side of the complex - which to our mild annoyance were locked (Yes we
were not meant to be in there!) So on turning around I spotted what I thought
may be our way across by following the little 'stream'. Calling Jérémie back (as
by now he seemed to be riding back the way we came like the bats of hell were
after him) I showed him what I saw and he agreed we should try the route out.
Of course we were by now behaving like teenagers off-roading and were most
definately as blind to potential dangers as a teenager would be. I was the
first to start riding off across this flat area where I began to notice little
prickling sensations on my calves, looking down I saw my wheels were flicking
paper thorns up against my legs. Not really concerned I ignored it and rode
on. Jérémie hot on my 'wheels' by now. Getting close to the point in our sights
where we thought we may be able to get through, we noticed this was also a dead
end, with a sting. Sitting below a shady tree were two bee hive boxes! As
you can imagine we came to a very short sharp halt and turned around to ride
away again when both of us noticed our tyres encrusted, and not with paper
thorns.... we had just ridden through a mine field of devil thorns! Tempted
to try pull a few out, then attempting to ride out of the mine field, now
partially forgetting the bees behind us (not far away though), Jérémie heard
the sound he was dreading.... ppfffffffffffffff!!! pffffffff!!!!!!! Both of
his tyres expired in rapid succession! Mine were still ok so I decided to
just ride away onto the tar road before I attempted any removal of thorns. I
stopped and carefully tugged on one thorn, pulling it out leaving this gaping
hole and then PPFFFFSSSS!!!! and so I put the thorn back in to the hole Very
Quickly!!! This only served to buy me another maybe 2km becuase my front tyre
joined the ranks of the expired tyres and I ended up pushing my bike as well!
And there we walked, post 14:00 sun, another litre of Coke to keep us going
and some good humour!!
The moral of the story is this, never leave home with only one spare tube. No
thats not it, never ride into restricted areas. Oh gosh no thats also not
right, Never, and I mean Never Ever ride into mine fields of devil thorns!
They are evil and were created for one purpose, to destroy your bicycle tyres!
But it was worth every kilometre of fun, every finger-licking drumstick and
slurp of Coke, every cool little twist and turn of which Robertson has many,
and every giggle and jibe for the irresponsible move to take a short cut
through a place we did not know at all!!
And I would still do it all over again !!! :) :)
Next weekend though I think we will stay on the tar road and take a backpack
full of repair stuff!!!!!!!!
just in case, me thinks..... just in case..