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Saturday, December 13, 2008HOG GOES BUSH - THE LAST LEG & A BIT.......Our last leg of the tour took us to Hartebeespoort Dam, where it was the intention to simply chill out for 2 days, before half the guys had to leave.....................(all together now "ag shame") Our ride took us through to Pretoria & during the month of October, most streets in the capital city are lined with Jacaranda trees in full bloom. Despite some pretty hectic traffic, the purple-lined streets were absolutely beautiful.  Y'know, early on in our trip, I had a blonde moment (one of many) & realised I'd left all our booking details & maps to where we were staying in my suitcase, which was being kept at the Harley dealership in Rivonia. I knew off by heart all the names of the places I'd made bookings, but without the local area maps, had no idea where each place was. This is where South African gets a huge big 'Thumbs Up' because everything was so well signposted. Every single B&B we stayed in was well signposted from all the main roads, no matter which end of town we came in from. Anyway, with no hassle whatsoever, we found our final chilling out spot - the wonderful Khayamanzi guest house. Host Carl made us all extremely welcome & made sure we wanted for nothing.  That afternoon, we simply relaxed in the garden, enjoying the bloody smashing weather. During the whole 10 day trip, we only had one day that was a bit miserable. That evening, we took a 2 minute ride into town & had yet another fantastic meal. I think ALL of us put on weight in those 10 days, because the food - wherever we went & wherever we ate - was fantastic! That evening, under the thatch lapa pictured above, we had an absolute blast playing charades, but only for movie titles. It was so friggin funny & we're still talking about it! Jo & myself were teamed against Sleepy Jim & Hubs, whilst Doc Robert was the adjudicator. We were one up & then the men totally screwed us, as Jo had to act out Moulin Rouge. My sludge just refused to kick into gear & despite my somewhat hysterical attempts to get it, we lost the round. So that put the men on an even score with us. One more game & the men howled with laughter.....................no fucking wonderin' when they handed me the film title CALIGULA to act out! How the bloody hell do you act 'Caligula'? Bastards!! I tried, I really tried, but in the end Jo & I lost. The next 24hrs was spent having the men rub it in that they were WINNERS! Needless to say, despite losing, the evening was an absolute blast!
So, curio & tattoo shopping completed, we were all famished & decided to stop off at a place we'd seen a sign for on the main road back to Khayamanzi. We duly saw the sign for Stef's Table & pulled in................to what looked like a large, residential house. Upon hearing the (delightful) sound of the hawgs, a couple of chaps came out. We thought maybe we'd got the wrong place, but after a quick chat, Stef The Chef told us we'd arrived at the right place & despite being closed, would gladly open up & cook for us. Man oh man - the food! I honestly don't know how to describe it....................awesome..............amazing................incredible.............so much more than delicious! Stef & his partner run a dinky little personal restaurant from their home. All the veggies & herbs are grown in their garden & what they don't know about tickling a persons' tastebuds is bloody dangerous! I can honestly say, without a shadow of a doubt, that mine & Hubs meals at Stef's Table were the best we've ever had. I reckon the rest of the crew will second that as well! Our final dinner in South Africa was certainly one to remember, for sure. Sadly, all good things have to come to an end & the following day, we took the bikes back. We made arrangements with Riaan to drop them off at the Roodepoort shop & from there, were ferried to the airport. Big Mike, Doc Robert, Sleepy Jim & Jo left to return to the Sandpit, while Hubs, myself, Max & Tanya flew down to Durban. We stayed in Amamzimtoti for a coupla nights, which was OK I s'pose. Hubs & I picked up a Harley from the Gateway dealer, while Max & Tanya followed in a cage. We did the touristy thing & went up to the absolutely stunning Valley of a Thousand Hills, dropped in at the fabulous Harley dealer there (thank you guys for changing the seat on the bike for me!!) & a display of traditional Zulu dancing.   From 'Toti, we rode through to the horrendous Coffee Bay in the Eastern Cape. The roads were fucking awful, the choice of one solitary-in-much-need-of-attention-crappy hotel was fucking awful & the infamous Hole-in-the Wall was a waste of effort. I felt I'd let us all down by 'choosing' to see that particular part of the area. Bollocks. We then spent 4 days in our home town Gonubie, which was great for us, but shite for Max & Tanya, as they were looking forward to chilling on the beach.........................sods law innit that if fuckin' well rained solid! Double Bollocks! Hubs, Max & Tanya flew back to the Sandpit & I got to go & stay with Dubs & Pup for a week in Port Alfred. I hadn't seen my mum & dad for some 14mths, so I savoured every waking hour with them. I also gave Pup a few cookery lessons.................(when you read this Dubby Dear, tell Pup I'm doing my Basil Brush laugh!)  I also got chance to spend a few hours with my good friend Drienie. I first met Driens in Malawi & we got to know each other pretty well in almost 2yrs together in our little deserted army camp compound in the middle of Mua. I hadn't seen Drienie & her hubby Duane for almost 4yrs, so we had a great afternoon together, just eating, drinking & gabbing about everything & everyone! As before though, all good things have to come to an end. My time in Port ALfred seemed to fly by so quickly & before I knew it, time had come for me to leave. Too many tears flowed. I hate saying goodbye..................to my parents, my friends & my home country.  I can't be arsed to find the link, but a few posts ago I asked my readers for help with a specific design I wanted to get for a new tattoo, whilst I was home. Keefie in Spain sent me a new (bigger) pic of the design (mega thanks Keefie!), which I forwarded to my tattooist Davide in Nahoon. After much discussion, I settled for this...............................and I'm well happy with it :-) I know it's not like the original picture I wanted, but I'm satisfied & the font is the same as my Lilly Mai tattoo, which Davide also did :-)  So folks, my journey ended & I came back to the wrath of Hubs' ex-employer. I've since looked back over almost 3,000 photos, taken during our trip & I reckon this last one sums it up perfectly.........................Abu Dhabi Harley Owners Group went Bush & hell man, we had a total BLAST! Labels: Coffee Bay Hotel is crap, Hartebeespoort, Khayamanzi, porn films and I'm homesick......., Stef's Table  
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