The Joy Tour 2010 is a motorcycle adventure set to take place from the beginning of June, over a period of 4 months. A team of four: Lee and John Symons, Hardus Bouwer and Guy Anderson will ride from RSA to Uganda and back in support of the smiles of African children. The charity initiative of this trip is twofold. While on the ride, the team will take portrait photographs of African children who have never seen a photograph of themselves before. Using a portable printer we will then print that photo and give it to the child tokeep, which will keep them smiling long after we have moved on. Once the team has returned from the adventure, they will use the digital versions of the photographs scattered across Africa, to create a coffee table book. This book will be published and sold, and all proceeds will go directly to the Miles for Smiles charity initiative. The second aspect to the ride will be to raise awareness for "Miles for Smiles" which raises money for free surgeries for under privileged people with cleft palates.

The situation at the moment is that my bike is completely broken, and in
pieces scattered across uganda. Trying to organise spares for the bike
to be sent up from SA, and untill then are just keeping as productive as
possible. We spent a week working for our food on an island in the
middle of the nile river, and now we are in Nairobi for a bit of a side
mission before getting back to jinja where we will sort out the bike
situation before turning our handlebars southward.

Guy Anderson July 13 at 11:26am

So after an epic journey we have reached a good base which we really
need to re organise. My bike has completely given up and is currently in
a number of pieces scattered between here and Kampala. We stripped the
bike and managed to get the engine here, but the frame and the rest of
the parts are still left back in the capital city.

The problem is that my conrod, big end bearings, cylinder head gasket
and piston rings all need to be replaced, and so we are trying to find
the funds and means to get them sent up from SA. Does anyone have any
hotshot BMW contacts?

Anyway this process will probably take a while, and so in the meantime
we are working for our food, doing odd jobs here in the adventure
capital of Africa, which isn't a bad place to be stranded!

What all this means for the Joy tour is that we will be partially
immobile for a number of weeks, so won't be on the road as before. But
this does not mean the end of our Joy mission, as we will keep doing
little day trips into the rural riverside villages, where we will create
smiles with the photo's as always!

So although we are stranded the Joy side of the tour will definately
keep going.

In the meantime we will work to be worth our food and hopefully find the
means to get the spares for my bike sent up. Once that is sorted out we
will get back on the road and head east to the coast, and finally, begin
the return trip towards home.

To date we have printed many photos and created hundreds of smiles, and
this will only continue for the rest of the trip. This is a good "half
time" for us, and we will keep you posted on the progress of the
repairs, and we will let you know when we are ready to hit the road once
again.

Untill then, keep smiling

Guy Anderson July 19 at 7:21am

So we are still immmobile for the time being, waiting to get the bike
sorted and so on. Jinja is a good place to be stuck in though, we have
been working for our food for the last week, on an island in the middle
of the nile river. Our job descriptions included everything from
building to bartending and entertainment extroidanaires. Anyway its
helped our finances a bit and so we have planned a side mission to Lamu
island on the north coast of Kenya. We will do this via busses etc due
to the bike situation, so should be quite a fun and different way for us
to travel! We will be back in Jinja in about two weeks time where we
will probably do some more work before starting the southward trek home.

The Joy Tour is good fun as always, and it's become all part of a day to
make some smiles with our trusty little printer. Some really good news
is that a charity venture in Johannesburg has spotted our trip and will
be running a fundraiser for miles for smiles next month

Greetings everyone!

Just as some background info, we have been out of signal and contact for
the past few days, so here is an update, it’s been quite a time for us!

Since our last update Lee and John unfortunately had to leave us to
reach a deadline in Uganda, But not to worry, the three of us will keep
the Joy Tour going through all our adventures!

Keep Smiling

Hardus B
ouwer
Mathew Hayter
Guy Anderson

An update from Tanzania? Hardus, Matt and I have been through a kaleidoscope of
experiences and emotions, from joyful encounters with confused locals,
to at times utmost despair when the going got tough. And it did get
tough. So much so that when we topped a rise to see the elusive
Sumbawanga before us, we were actually ecstatic to have our tires hit
tar again, something which we would never before have expected.

This “adventure within an adventure” all began over 400km ago, when we
decided to take the scenic route to Sumbawanga, from our first Tanzanian
base in Mbeya. Actually it started before then, at the moment we entered
this country and were met with corrupt insurance agents, adamant to milk
us of as much green notes as possible.

Tanzania day 1
This unfortunate interaction, riddled with stories of “price change
processes” and receipt-less payments forced us to arrange insurance via
other means, and continue on our harmonious way through the mountains.
The enjoyable ride through beautiful countryside and spectacular views
was sadly cut short when we were suddenly being waved down, quite
aggressively, by AK 47 wielding police officers, who reinforced there
body language with “you are in BIG trouble.”

Our alleged crime was the “theft of a government book” from the Kyela
border post, through which we had passed a few hours before. The people
there, the policeman told us, had phoned ahead and ordered our arrest,
an order which he intended to follow. It was obvious that our insurance
friends had arranged this scenario, and we very quickly realized that we
were caught up in a very serious situation. With our hearts pumping as
they were, it is a wonder how all three of us managed to remain as calm
as we did. We all began our usual “shpeel” of friendly chatter, which we
shower upon any official looking person whom we encounter on the road.
These chaps, with loaded firearms, were especially official looking, and
so we must have sounded especially friendly, as we soon found ourselves
being wished safe travels, and onward we went without looking back.

And so after a sneaky stop in Mbeya to stock up on avo’s and bread, we
found our secluded campsite and discussed our plan to lay low for the
next few days. This meant that instead of an easy day ride to
Sumbawanga, we would take a shortcut via Lake Rukwa, and the towns of
Ivuna and Laela. And this is where things got really interesting!

Tanzania day 2
It is possible that this mapped secondary road was never actually built,
but my guess is that we just never found it! We could be forgiven for
being fooled though, as the first few hours were just good dirt road
fun, mostly heading in the right direction, through small villages and
the occasional forest. By the time we had cleared a mountain pass and
were heading down the other side, we were too absorbed in the scenery to
notice that the track was deteriorating rapidly, until I managed to find
yet another thorn for my rear tire. With another AutoZone tire weld put
to good use we bumped and banged the rest of the way down the pass, and
into a literal dustbowl.

The thing is with those tire welds is that you have to keep riding for a
good 10 km or more to give them time to spread and work. With this in
mind I gunned on ahead without team consultation, and before long we
were following a two wheel track through the sand, keeping the sun ahead
and our speed up to get through soft patches and riverbeds.

We knew that our planned via point of Ivuna was roughly north, and so
following the sun wasn’t difficult, especially as after every dry river
crossing there were a multitude of tracks to choose from. This whole
time Matt, Hardus and I were thoroughly enjoying ourselves, especially
at finally exploring some really rural areas. These were the kinds of
places that people ran and hid from us when we stopped to say hello, and
then peered out with wide eyes from behind a cart, hut, or bony ox rum
p.
Add to this the excitement and fun of riding high speedsand, and it’s no wonder we didn’t question our antics until late that
afternoon, when two wheel tracks just disappeared all together.

I think the turning point in terms of our humor and “happy go lucky”
attitudes came when the footpath we had been following for a while
abruptly turned into an impenetrable bushy forest, forcing us to
backtrack for the first time and try a different path. At one point we
were literally riding down the middle of a dry sandy riverbed (which is
not easy), trying to find where our path continued. This kind of riding
along thin windy paths took up the most part of the afternoon, and
somehow, and via a very random path we arrived in Ivuna, which was even
more rural than we had expected. At this stage we were dead tired, short
of fuel, and out of water. We therefore welcomed any liquid that came
our way, despite the expensive “petroli” being paraffin mixed and the
water dirty. By the time these essential purchases were made we had
managed to free ourselves from a huge crowd and follow a more promising
track west into the setting sun. As it turns out there was a wider path
connecting Ivuna and us to the rest of the world, and we stuck on it
until darkness fell, and stealthily set up camp in the bush and in the
dust.

You may well be asking: “and what about the Joy Tour?” And indeed we
managed to spread some Joy in even these hostile parts. Well, that is
wherever we could convince some kids to not run from the very weapon
like camera in my hands! Unfortunately though, our unexpected entrapment
in this dessert, and the lack of electricity access for a few days
before soon left us without camera batteries, and so finding water and
essentials became priority number one. In fact, for three days we
encountered no electricity, no tar, no muzungu’s, and very little water
and fuel.

Tanzania day 3
On day three of out Tanzanian mission we awoke to the sound of voices,
and the smiles of two old men who were inspecting us and our campsite. I
recognized the Swahili “sante sane” (thank you), and so from under my
mozzie net exclaimed “Hakuna matata!” (no problems) which quickly became
the joke of the morning! After packing up camp we realized that we had
yet another challenge in store. My bike had been unhappy for a good few
days already, but on this particular morning just refused to rise along
with the rest of us! After a tricky but persuasive tow through the sand
she clanged unwillingly to life, and on we went. From then on for me it
was a case of keep the bike running or run start via a tow. This wasn’t
made any easier by the need to repeatedly stop and top up the oil that
was pissing from every orifice.
This wasn’t the only challenge however, as an impossible number of
punctures limited our day’s mileage to about 60km! For once my “Vinnige
Fanie” was not he only one to suffer this curse, as Matt’s “Mrs. Boss”
picked up a splinter in her front wheel when crossing a rickety wooden
swing bridge. Reaching this bridge was a sweet and sour affair, as it
was the only body of water we had come across in ages, but was not the
safest looking structure! It was suspended a good 10 meters above a
muddy river, and spanned some 50 meters across, with only rotting planks
between our tires and taking the plunge! Being used by only pedestrians
and bicycles, I’m sure that old bridge groaned as we edged our heavy
bikes across one by one.

Upon reaching the other bank we found ourselves welcoming a gradual
change in landscape as we headed west toward an impressive mountain
range running north to south. Upon reaching its base, and a T junction
in the road, we chose to head north, following the hills. On this
stretch of “road” we began to encounter and welcome some stream
crossings, but soon realized that the dust washed off bikes and faces
did not take long to be replaced!

Despite our circumstances we could not help but marvel at the culture
and scen
ery around us. In little villages colorful women contrasbrightly to their stark surroundings, while on open plains Masaai
looking herd boys tended to their cattle while leaning on long straight
sticks. It was times like these that I cursed my flat camera batteries,
as words cannot describe the scenes through which we rode.

That afternoon as I slowed to discover my second puncture for the day, I
found myself waiting for the others right next to a crystal clear
stream, which could be traced right back up the mountain the where it
cascaded down cliffs and through trees. Without further thought I
immersed my dust covered body in the cold water, where I was soon joined
by Hardus and Matt. And then, after braaing a skinny chicken bought from
the nearest village, we settled into a secluded campsite on the river
bank.

Tanzania day 4

With an early morning swim and soup boiled from chicken bones we could
not have had a better start to our day. Unfortunately this did not last,
as Matt began to feel sick, and my bike no better. We struggled from
village to village, trying to not use more dodgy petrol than necessary.
The result was that between us we ran out of fuel 6 times, and were
constantly siphoning from bike to bike. Then just as we reached a decent
looking road my back tire gave up the ghost yet again. With Matt lying
under the tree and feeling worse by the minute, Hardus and I did a full
scale change of both my tire and tube, before we continued up into the
mountains, through a pass that we hoped lead to a doctor and mechanic.
By this stage Matt was completely man down, and my bike was still only
starting via tow, and even then battled to keep running.
So you can imagine our despair to find the pass closed to traffic due to
road works. But at this point there was just no stopping us, and despite
yells of protest we veered around the boom gate and tackled an ascent to
remember. With a gradient exceeding that of sani pass, 180 degree
switchbacks, and road works gravel, the ride was not easy, but was
nevertheless welcomed as it took us out of that barren dust bowl and
toward Lake Tanganyika.

The elusive Sumbawanga slowly rolled into view, but of course not
without one more puncture, this time on my front wheel! At times it
really does start to feel like a curse! But to reach the town was a
relief, and just in time! My bike had begun to knock pistons on cylinder
heads, and matt had begun to sway on his seat.

And so we spent the evening taking matt to the hospital, and finding a
really cheap place to stay. Having already started his malaria
treatment, Matt has been found to have Typhoid, and so we will rest up
here for a day of two to allow the treatment to kick in. Seeing the
progression of symptoms, it is likely that he had malaria at first, but
has since klapped it with the treatment, only to come down with the
typhoid.

So at the moment we are holed up in Sumbawanga, sorting out health and
mechanics before we continue north. It is no oasis, but at 15 rand a
head for a nice safe hotel we are getting sorted out. Matt is on the
mend, so no need for panic, and it seems is though he will be back to
his normal self in no time.

Vinnige Fanie on the other hand is in pieces! Blown gaskets meant that
she was running on a mixture of coolant and fuel for the past few days!
It is a wonder she kept going! But at the moment her guts are all over
the pavement, and we are hoping that our mechanic by day will be able to
get her purring again.

Never fear though, as I’m sure most of you know we are still smiles and
jokes aplenty! This little adventure within and adventure is definitely
not one to be forgotten! And with cameras charged and problems mended we
will be back off the road in no time, spreafing smiles as we go!

Hakuna Matata!
Guy


We are currently in the sandy shores of lake tanganyika, at the Lake Shore camp. Both local people and camp site owners are very friendly and hospitable. We ventured into the lake today on kayaks, armed with our cameras, printer and speargun. Tiny fishing communities reside on islands in the middle of the world's longest and 2nd deepest lake. After our interaction with the locals we tried some free diving. It was incredible to see the variety of cichlids and other species which forms the local's staple diet. Hardus managed to shoot a decent sized fish called a yellowbelly, which we are having for dinner tonight. Tommorow we plan on getting on a ferry with our bikes which will take us to the northern most point of the lake near the Burundi border.


An update from Sumbawanga, Tanzania.

How do I even begin to describe the past 4 days since our arrival in Tanzania? Hardus, Matt and I have been through a kaleidoscope of experiences and emotions, from joyful encounters with confused locals, to at times utmost despair when the going got tough. And it did get tough. So much so that when we topped a rise to see the elusive Sumbawanga before us, we were actually ecstatic to have our tires hit tar again, something which we would never before have expected.

This “adventure within an adventure” all began over 400km ago, when we decided to take the scenic route to Sumbawanga, from our first Tanzanian base in Mbeya. Actually it started before then, at the moment we entered this country and were met with corrupt insurance agents, adamant to milk us of as much green notes as possible.

Tanzania day 1
This unfortunate interaction, riddled with stories of “price change processes” and receipt-less payments forced us to arrange insurance via other means, and continue on our harmonious way through the mountains. The enjoyable ride through beautiful countryside and spectacular views was sadly cut short when we were suddenly being waved down, quite aggressively, by AK 47 wielding police officers, who reinforced there body language with “you are in BIG trouble.”

Our alleged crime was the “theft of a government book” from the Kyela border post, through which we had passed a few hours before. The people there, the policeman told us, had phoned ahead and ordered our arrest, an order which he intended to follow. It was obvious that our insurance friends had arranged this scenario, and we very quickly realized that we were caught up in a very serious situation. With our hearts pumping as they were, it is a wonder how all three of us managed to remain as calm as we did. We all began our usual “shpeel” of friendly chatter, which we shower upon any official looking person whom we encounter on the road. These chaps, with loaded firearms, were especially official looking, and so we must have sounded especially friendly, as we soon found ourselves being wished safe travels, and onward we went without looking back.

And so after a sneaky stop in Mbeya to stock up on avo’s and bread, we found our secluded campsite and discussed our plan to lay low for the next few days. This meant that instead of an easy day ride to Sumbawanga, we would take a shortcut via Lake Rukwa, and the towns of Ivuna and Laela. And this is where things got really interesting!

Tanzania day 2
It is possible that this mapped secondary road was never actually built, but my guess is that we just never found it! We could be forgiven for being fooled though, as the first few hours were just good dirt road fun, mostly heading in the right direction, through small villages and the occasional forest. By the time we had cleared a mountain pass and were heading down the other side, we were too absorbed in the scenery to notice that the track was deteriorating rapidly, until I managed to find yet another thorn for my rear tire. With another AutoZone tire weld put to good use we bumped and banged the rest of the way down the pass, and into a literal dustbowl.

The thing is with those tire welds is that you have to keep riding for a good 10 km or more to give them time to spread and work. With this in mind I gunned on ahead without team consultation, and before long we were following a two wheel track through the sand, keeping the sun ahead and our speed up to get through soft patches and riverbeds.

We knew that our planned via point of Ivuna was roughly north, and so following the sun wasn’t difficult, especially as after every dry river crossing there were a multitude of tracks to choose from. This whole time Matt, Hardus and I were thoroughly enjoying ourselves, especially at finally exploring some really rural areas. These were the kinds of places that people ran and hid from us when we stopped to say hello, and then peered out with wide eyes from behind a cart, hut, or bony ox rump. Add to this the excitement and fun of riding high speed through soft sand, and it’s no wonder we didn’t question our antics until late that afternoon, when two wheel tracks just disappeared all together.

I think the turning point in terms of our humor and “happy go lucky” attitudes came when the footpath we had been following for a while abruptly turned into an impenetrable bushy forest, forcing us to backtrack for the first time and try a different path. At one point we were literally riding down the middle of a dry sandy riverbed (which is not easy), trying to find where our path continued. This kind of riding along thin windy paths took up the most part of the afternoon, and somehow, and via a very random path we arrived in Ivuna, which was even more rural than we had expected. At this stage we were dead tired, short of fuel, and out of water. We therefore welcomed any liquid that came our way, despite the expensive “petroli” being paraffin mixed and the water dirty. By the time these essential purchases were made we had managed to free ourselves from a huge crowd and follow a more promising track west into the setting sun. As it turns out there was a wider path connecting Ivuna and us to the rest of the world, and we stuck on it until darkness fell, and stealthily set up camp in the bush and in the dust.

You may well be asking: “and what about the Joy Tour?” And indeed we managed to spread some Joy in even these hostile parts. Well, that is wherever we could convince some kids to not run from the very weapon like camera in my hands! Unfortunately though, our unexpected entrapment in this dessert, and the lack of electricity access for a few days before soon left us without camera batteries, and so finding water and essentials became priority number one. In fact, for three days we encountered no electricity, no tar, no muzungu’s, and very little water and fuel.

Tanzania day 3
On day three of out Tanzanian mission we awoke to the sound of voices, and the smiles of two old men who were inspecting us and our campsite. I recognized the Swahili “sante sane” (thank you), and so from under my mozzie net exclaimed “Hakuna matata!” (no problems) which quickly became the joke of the morning! After packing up camp we realized that we had yet another challenge in store. My bike had been unhappy for a good few days already, but on this particular morning just refused to rise along with the rest of us! After a tricky but persuasive tow through the sand she clanged unwillingly to life, and on we went. From then on for me it was a case of keep the bike running or run start via a tow. This wasn’t made any easier by the need to repeatedly stop and top up the oil that was pissing from every orifice.
This wasn’t the only challenge however, as an impossible number of punctures limited our day’s mileage to about 60km! For once my “Vinnige Fanie” was not he only one to suffer this curse, as Matt’s “Mrs. Boss” picked up a splinter in her front wheel when crossing a rickety wooden swing bridge. Reaching this bridge was a sweet and sour affair, as it was the only body of water we had come across in ages, but was not the safest looking structure! It was suspended a good 10 meters above a muddy river, and spanned some 50 meters across, with only rotting planks between our tires and taking the plunge! Being used by only pedestrians and bicycles, I’m sure that old bridge groaned as we edged our heavy bikes across one by one.

Upon reaching the other bank we found ourselves welcoming a gradual change in landscape as we headed west toward an impressive mountain range running north to south. Upon reaching its base, and a T junction in the road, we chose to head north, following the hills. On this stretch of “road” we began to encounter and welcome some stream crossings, but soon realized that the dust washed off bikes and faces did not take long to be replaced!

Despite our circumstances we could not help but marvel at the culture and scenery around us. In little villages colorful women contrasted brightly to their stark surroundings, while on open plains Masaai looking herd boys tended to their cattle while leaning on long straight sticks. It was times like these that I cursed my flat camera batteries, as words cannot describe the scenes through which we rode.

That afternoon as I slowed to discover my second puncture for the day, I found myself waiting for the others right next to a crystal clear stream, which could be traced right back up the mountain the where it cascaded down cliffs and through trees. Without further thought I immersed my dust covered body in the cold water, where I was soon joined by Hardus and Matt. And then, after braaing a skinny chicken bought from the nearest village, we settled into a secluded campsite on the river bank.

Tanzania day 4

With an early morning swim and soup boiled from chicken bones we could not have had a better start to our day. Unfortunately this did not last, as Matt began to feel sick, and my bike no better. We struggled from village to village, trying to not use more dodgy petrol than necessary. The result was that between us we ran out of fuel 6 times, and were constantly siphoning from bike to bike. Then just as we reached a decent looking road my back tire gave up the ghost yet again. With Matt lying under the tree and feeling worse by the minute, Hardus and I did a full scale change of both my tire and tube, before we continued up into the mountains, through a pass that we hoped lead to a doctor and mechanic. By this stage Matt was completely man down, and my bike was still only starting via tow, and even then battled to keep running.
So you can imagine our despair to find the pass closed to traffic due to road works. But at this point there was just no stopping us, and despite yells of protest we veered around the boom gate and tackled an ascent to remember. With a gradient exceeding that of sani pass, 180 degree switchbacks, and road works gravel, the ride was not easy, but was nevertheless welcomed as it took us out of that barren dust bowl and toward Lake Tanganyika.

The elusive Sumbawanga slowly rolled into view, but of course not without one more puncture, this time on my front wheel! At times it really does start to feel like a curse! But to reach the town was a relief, and just in time! My bike had begun to knock pistons on cylinder heads, and matt had begun to sway on his seat.

And so we spent the evening taking matt to the hospital, and finding a really cheap place to stay. Having already started his malaria treatment, Matt has been found to have Typhoid, and so we will rest up here for a day of two to allow the treatment to kick in. Seeing the progression of symptoms, it is likely that he had malaria at first, but has since klapped it with the treatment, only to come down with the typhoid.

So at the moment we are holed up in Sumbawanga, sorting out health and mechanics before we continue north. It is no oasis, but at 15 rand a head for a nice safe hotel we are getting sorted out. Matt is on the mend, so no need for panic, and it seems is though he will be back to his normal self in no time.

Vinnige Fanie on the other hand is in pieces! Blown gaskets meant that she was running on a mixture of coolant and fuel for the past few days! It is a wonder she kept going! But at the moment her guts are all over the pavement, and we are hoping that our mechanic by day will be able to get her purring again.

Never fear though, as I’m sure most of you know we are still smiles and jokes aplenty! This little adventure within and adventure is definitely not one to be forgotten! And with cameras charged and problems mended we will be back off the road in no time, spreafing smiles as we go!

Hakuna Matata!
Guy


Dear all

First of all we must apologize for the lack of written communication since the commencement of the Joy tour 2010. However this does actually mean that the trip has been such a success, taking us on many adventures and off the beaten track, which in itself has made access to internet quite intermittent.

At the moment I am writing from the only internet café in Nkhotakotha, Malawi. We have traveled over 2500km through Southern Africa’s most rural and beautiful areas, the ever extending list of visited places thus far including eastern Botswana, Southern and Eastern Zambia, and now central Malawi, with our worn front wheels aiming north. Along the way we have had the privilege of experiencing the most breathtaking sights, from Vic falls and the lower Zambezi in flood, to elephants on the main road from Nata in barren “Bots”.

The Joy Tour, to our delight, has been a great success, and seeing the smiles of the locals has become the highlight of every day. As an indication of our day to day activities, here is an account of the past 24hrs:

“At around 4pm on 22 June, the team arrived in the Lakeside town of Nkhotakotha, just in time to see the Bafana boys beat France in a thriller of a match. After descending down from the Malawi highlands, the sight of the lake and the friendliest locals was a reward after the day’s ride from Zambia. We settled in to the most beautiful campsite, not 20 meters from the lakes shore, and after boiling up some pasta, turned in for the night.

We have really got into a rhythm with offloading gear and setting up our temporary homes each night. The E3 gear tents go up in a jiffy, and with the pleasant weather need no flysheets! In the meantime the Jetboil stove has a good chunk of pasta rapidly boiling, and by the time our boots are off dinner is served.

This morning we woke to an unbelievable sunrise over the lake, and soon set off on the road back to Nkhotakotha. The first few km of sand track really tested our bikes and kit, and built up a bit of a sweat as well! I was dreading having to wear riding boots for a few months, but they have saved my ankles a few times, including today when the bike almost slid out from under me and my load! These Fox Comp 5 boots are the first I have ever worn, but have molded so comfortably to my feet that it feels strange NOT to wear them!

Just before reaching the town we stopped at a boat builder’s house and took a portrait of his happy children playing on an upturned hull. Of course we printed this picture for the mother, right there and then, who proudly showed all neighbors and passers by! I think this may have pleased them all just a little bit more than matt’s wheelies and riding antics!

So now, after feasting on “vetkoeks” and banana’s from the local market, we will set off along the lake, heading north, to who knows where!”

Till next time! Keep smiling!

Guy