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Tuesday, November 11, 2008H.O.G. GOES BUSH (Part 2)We had such a great time at Mashutti Country Lodge near Tzaneen. The monkeys came out to play, but thankfully never got near the bikes. The whole setting of the lodge is one of tranquilty & peace. The chalets blend in with the bush & I (personally) couldn't have wished for a better place to stop, especially as Hubs & I were introducing our friends to rural South Africa.  After a couple of sundowners, we all headed up to the restaurant for dinner. We gathered at the bar (as one does) & ordered our food from there............no need to go & sit in the restaurant - the bar would suffice! After heaps of rather splendid grub, Hubs asked the manager if he had any mampoer. For the unenlightened, this is a traditional drink, normally made by farmers & akin to moonshine. The manager said "Sorry, no mampoer. I've got fokol!" Now to us, 'fokol' is the Afrikaans word for 'fuck all' so we assumed that the manager literally didn't have any mampoer. He was a really friendly chap & made us all extremely welcome, but Hubs was a bit disappointed that he didn't have a bottle of mampoer tucked away somewhere. A few minutes later, the manager came to us with a bottle of Fokol, from his own private stock!  This is what it says on the label:FOKOL Most people appreciate Fokol. They talk about Fokol. The poor cannot afford Fokol. The rich adore Fokol. Airlines know Fokol about Fokol than they care to admit, whilst Fokol seems to please Bank Managers, Managing Directors, heads of departments & insurance companies. In fact most people seem to be satisfied with Fokol , especially mothers-in-law & families. These days one can rely on Fokol since almost everybody in the New South Africa owns Fokol. In other words one cannot help but believe in Fokol. Specially prepared by commission of Aqua Centre Nelspruit, by people who own Fokol, for people who need Fokol in a country where Fokol is worth a lot of money. (1995) So after a bloody good laugh over this bottle of hooch, the time arrived when we had to sample it. Oh my gawd!! How the hell our lot managed to down a shot glass of this stuff & still have all their vital organs intact remains a complete & utter mystery! Tanya - like myself - doesn't drink, so we abstained. However, I was brave enough to dunk a finger into a glass & then 'taste' it. Sweet jayzus, I'm surprised the bloody stuff didn't dissolve acrylic talon on the end of my digit! I think my dentures suffered a toxic shock. My tongue went into spasms & that's before my throat went into an uncontrollable seizure. Talk about bringing tears to your eyes - I reckon 3ml of Fokol will incinerate all the bodys fluid producing glands! I swear that if you were to load a few litres of this stuff into the new Airbus A380, the friggin thing would fly at Mach 3. Anyone who has a dop of Fokol on a regular basis will surely need to sign a disclaimer with the manufacturer. It's the type of drink that'll leave your liver throbbing like an alien invasion at least 20 minutes after you've pegged it! Needless to say, the guys in our group who did drink it were very brave.....................altho' I think a couple of 'em were hanging on to their barstools for dear life!
The Three Rondavels, Blyde River Canyon. Bright & early the following morning (with the possibility of a few livers taking strain, courtesy of Fokol) Riaan* from Harley Davidson delivered a replacement bike for the UltraGlide that died on the highway to Polokwane. So, we loaded up & took to the open road again, this time heading for Pilgrims Rest. We were in no hurry & were gifted with another beauty of a day for riding. We stopped off at several places along the Blyde River Canyon - what a truly stunning sight!
 The Potholes were named after a gold digger, Tom Burke, who staked a claim nearby. Although his claim did not produce a single ounce of gold, he correctly predicted that large gold deposits would be found in the area.** * More on Riaan in the final part. ** Copied courtesy of www.sabie.co.za  
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