This morning I was rudely awakened by this apparition clumping around the house:
Hun’s son , Rob, is finishing his 8-month trek from Turin to Cape Town this weekend. Hun is Be.Side.Him.Self with excitement. He has borrowed a BMW motorcycle, and together with about 15 of Rob’s closest friends, will be meeting Rob as he rides in (on a very tired Ducati) from Mossel Bay this afternoon.
I will not be riding pillion.
Just a few of the pics from the Muti Afrika Trek blog:
- Magkadikadi Salt Pans
- Hut made with beer cans (Namibia or Botswana)
- Chimpanzee Orphanage in Zambia
One of the main reasons for embarking on this trans africa trek was to make a book. a book for the 2010 world cup in south africa. a book that would try and reveal the purity of football. i figured that it would be found in the children of africa. The kids that play in the dust and the mud.
A sight so beautiful and so simple.
Money is as good as dust when you can make a ball from rags tied together with string; when you can draw adidas stripes on your feet to emulate your favourite footballer; when you can make goal posts from branches and when your football pitch is an open plain in africa.
Welcome home Rob.
Don’t you just luuuurv those hairy, smelly bikers…..;-P
These ones were particularly smelly. Ablution blocks are not conveniently dotted around the wilderness.
Sometimes they had to go for five days without washing. Ptoooeeeey.
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