Saturday 30 April – Moving on down the road, up the road, down the road, up…

Have you ever started the day with that feeling that you got to hold on to something real tight? Well in my case, the simple sight of lacey laces had me knotted and clinging for dear life.

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And then it was all just too much for me. Unable to swallow breakfast, I just coiled there while fellow guests at the lodge, Maurizio, Antoinette, Nicholas and Angelo, tried to cheer me up. Not even a hard-boiled egg could go down.

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Maybe it’s the 5 1 5 6 dice throw plus the ladder to 91 that now sends me 91km South West!

So I browse around the guest house, searching for my mojo.

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And what do you know, thanks to the icon of cartoon character-makers, I find the inspiration to get my groove back!

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Now there is no stopping me and its back to my ensconced celebrity persona! First off, face-off with Nicholas. He can’t hold his expression long enough and so I win.

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Next stop, at the coalface, with Lizzie who has been so kind in sorting the housekeeping.

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And even some down on the ground time with the hoofed ones. Now Snoopy – aka, Snoop Dog –is just that and holding his attention for an instant is quite a feat. His is a world of run, run, jump, lick, hug, run, run. Hardly the makings for any form of intelligent conversation.

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I guess Juju and and Sponky have long figured Snoop’s issues as they just hang background, never so much as licking their thoughts on his jump-pa-dee-doo-ness.

But the road is calling and I have the gut-wrenching task of hissing goodbye to our host, Wendy. Oh what a fab lady she is and what a darn awesome host too.

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Wend’s, I hope you get a great offer for the sale of your guesthouse and see you back in Jozzi!

Oh goodbye’s are always so depressing, they can take the life out of anyone. And that sure leaves me feeling morbid.

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So my short stop at the local cemetery – and no pun intended, as it’s also at the dead-end of town – has me looking beyond the hills, sending a chill down my spineless body. What’s out there and what awaits me?

Another short stop, this time at St Mark’s and I have a big piece of the answer!

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I’m back on track, just like that. Nothing like a church fix to put the spring, bounce and colour back into my soul! Even my new friends are delighted to meet me.

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Pam, who breeds and trains Appaloosa horses in Wakkerstroom, sisters Grethe and Anita from Jozini and Gabby from Pretoria soon share saddles and a trot with me. Nice! I tell you, if these gals were about in the
mid-west era, we’d never have said adios to the cowgirl age. We’d all still be slinging it out there, donning [lacey?] boots and spoors!

Heading out of town, I can’t help but notice how peculiar behaviour is out in the country side. It’s either dead still, or frighteningly fast

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Fortunately, its darn beautiful none-the-less.

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Some way between two places with no names, guess what? Nothing! Yes, nothing but hills, hills and grass!

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And everywhere you look it´s just beautiful, beautiful, beautiful nature.

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Well, and local beauties Sameketsiwe and Nomphumelelo

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The girls are a bit tall for me, even though they are only 12years old, but it’s interesting to learn that they received their new bicycles a month ago through the Shova Kalula Bicycle Project which gifts rural children with
bicycles to travel to school on. Now their morning commute to Sinqobile Primary School only takes them an hour!

More hills and more valleys and without no announcement, the village of Ingogo is staring back at me.

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How it got its name remains a mystery…..but the locals and I are “in” – we’re mates no less.

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And just to make me red-green-orange-blue-purple-brown-yellow-white-black-teal-aqua-turquiose with envy, a KZN mamma sports a beanie that I can´t find, yet!

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And because I am still lost, Google don’t work here and there is no cell phone access, I do the millionaire thing and call a friend.

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No prizes for guessing how long – I can’t say the telco’s name in case I get sued – it took the operator to give me the wrong location and wrong directions. My snakes and ladders board is more reliable!

So I slide down the highway and escape to the nearest location with mass civilisation. And even there I am misled. It ain’t everything new nor are there any castles here. Luckily, the smart and cosy finishing’s
at the Hilldrop B&B put the real meaning back into calling this town Newcastle.

Time to shake off the day’s countryside dust

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And slither between the sheets for some serious civilised movie time. But what all the fuss is about blue movies I may never know.

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271km South East from base and loving every moment. Am I really living this or am I dreaming!

Nighty nite

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