If life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade! I say, cut those lemons up into wedges, throw some salt on your left hand, and have a tequila! But before we get to the lemon part, let's start at the beginning....
I woke up at 5 this morning, ready to ride, so I geared up, hit the saddle, and headed for the nearby nature reserve of Spitskop. I had quite a lot of headwind but being on the trail early, meant cool morning breeze, so I enjoyed it to the fullest.
I arrived at this, comparatively small heap of rocks, just in time to watch a couple of Falcons, dancing in the same breeze I enjoyed, they seemed to effortlessly use the wind to do, what I can only describe as: synchronized ballet, anticipating any gusts almost precognitive.
I left my bike at the bottom of Spitskop, taking off my helmet, but seeing all those rocky steps, I sensibly put it back on my head, bearing in mind that I had my cycling shoes on, and they are made for cycling only, not hiking or climbing. So I click clacked my way up the steps to the top, which was well worth the awkward effort. Awe inspiring, was the only explanation I could think of. Watching those same Falcon from the perspective I now had, made them even more majestical.
Taking a glance at my watch made me realize I had to leave immediately, so I headed back to "base camp" wich in this context meant air conditioned guest house ;-)
I packed my luggage and booked out. Popped in at a little donkey museum on my way out of Upington, and just made me realize that museums just doesn't cut it for me anymore, I need more. I want to experience what I see there for myself, why look at the pictures when you can go and take them yourself? I have to add that the donkey deserves much more respect, than which is given to them, they are the unsung hero's of old, always neglected in favour of the, much more aesthetically pleasing horse.