I have always believed that duct tape and cable ties will fix anything, but I never reckoned that I would use them on my arse! Well, not the cable ties, but I cut two strips of duct tape, placed some gauze in the middle, Betadine on the gauze and slapped them over the offending cheeks, followed by two pairs of cycling shorts and one pair of cycle tights. It didn't work, and I must surely have broken some record by riding the entire 120km without once sitting on the saddle.
I am going to leave this subject completely alone, other than to say that it clouded my trip to the bitter err…..end!
Leaving in cold conditions, I rode through the silent, sleeping town of Upington and over the Orange River. I then followed the winding road that hugged the river until it headed south near the village of Louisevale.
I was pleased to see no signs of the cold front that was at that moment causing serious flooding in and around the Western Cape.
The road from this point sliced a straight (no really, I don't mean generally in a southerly direction or meandering very much to the south or anything like that, I really do mean ……straight!) path directly to Kenhardt through flat veld (again, I don't mean quite flat with the odd koppie breaking the monotony, or gently rolling low-lying hills or almost completely flat, I mean ……flat!).
At about 20km to Kenhardt, the ground fell away slightly and for the first time in three days of riding, I saw land ahead of me that affording a view other than a flat horizon. Sounds weird now to even think of this as significant, but at the time it was eye candy of note!
I rode down the main road, burst through the saloon doors in a cloud of dust, eyes wild and clear from the harsh desert sun, my voice deep and steady with the dust of the land, 'Brandy' I growled, 'and make that a double!'. Actually, if I recall my actual words they were something about 'I'm just so sandy' and 'Does the bath have bubbles?'. Either way, I was soon installed in a room at the Kenhardt Hotel and spent a very pleasant afternoon servicing my bike, doing washing, relaxing and walking around the town in plastic coated leggings, cycle-shell and stokies, which was actually my entire recreational wardrobe for the trip!
I had supper at the hotel and watched the weather reporter on TV talk about probable snowfalls, extreme cold and widespread rain reaching up as far as Upington. With this thought walking slow circles in my mind, I drifted off to sleep.
Day three Upington to Kenhardt
Distance: 123km
Hours: 7hrs 50mins (05:10 – 13:00)
Ave riding speed: 20.65
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