JULY 2009.

JULY 2009

THIS MONTH IN THE GIDDY FAMILY
SUZANNE LEAVES BARBARA'S SCHOOL
HEAVY RAIN FALLS AND LASHING WIND PLAY HAVOC WITH THE SCHOOL AND OUR BACK YARD
BUSHMANS RIVER WITH CHARLES AND INGRID
ADRIENNE WILSON IS IN ROME FOR FINA DIVING JUDGING
DAVE GASNER DESCRIBES DOING OTTER TRAIL MANY YEARS AGO.
I DO THE CLOVER 10KAY HELPERS RUN AND THE ACTUAL RACE AS WELL.
PETER WHATLEY (ACHILLES RUNNER) WRITES FROM DOHA
BACK ON THE BIKE, CYCLING WITH RON



Suddenly the half way mark of 2009 has past. We are now in July and heading downwards to the end of this decade. This past period has been an amazing time for South African Sport. We hosted and did reasonably well as a Soccer Team in the FIFA Confederation Cup. Unfortunately, due to some misunderstanding and due to lack of confidence, PE was not a host venue for this tournament. Brazil were ultimate winners but the Bafana team did us proud. Bafana Bafana were placed fourth behind Spain, USA and Brazil.

We have been playing Super 14 Rugby where the Blue Bulls from Pretoria (Tshwane) were placed first. The Sharks, Lions and Stormers played up to standard and we were not let down by any means. Then came the British Lions. We have been treated to some stunning Rugby over the past few weeks including a match in PE which the EP team did reasonably well. The two Springbok Matches have also turned out to be really exciting matches going down to the final few minutes before victory was given to the Boks.

The Alpha Course in which I have been leading a group ended on Wednesday 1.07.2009 and has been a real success. The group that I was fortunate enough to lead was a really special and wonderful group. We formed some real friendships and have agreed to continue for now including a meeting on Tuesday next week at Moira and Reg Haupt.

This week we played bridge with Charles and Ingrid. Ally had a Party at a friend and we used the time between dropping and collecting her to visit Charles and play some bridge. We have not played the game for ages except for Barbara who has become quite hooked on Computer Bridge. I am sure that she is honing her skills on the computer.

We will remember the last week of June 2009 for the cold spell with lashing high winds and heavy rainfalls. Our back yard was flooded as the Street Drain became blocked and this has an overflow effect on the drain which flows from our bathroom. Barbara's school also felt the effect of the heavy rainfall and was rained out. Fortunately school holidays started and Barbara only had a few days of having to mop up.

Barbara's school will go through a new phase: She has cut back to just one class. Suzanne was to be retrenched at the end of 2009 but has decided to make the break now and resigned. Barbara will run the school on her own with the two assistants. She will operate with one instead of two classes and will change the days of school to four days Monday to Thursday.

Ally started the school holidays with a Hockey Clinic. It was three days of coaching which we hope will improve her ability and skills on the field.

Friday 3.07.2009.
Cathy's Birthday.

We arranged a "Hike Discussion meeting" at our house this evening. Fred Kohler, Gerald and Pat Scheepers and Hannes Zeelie were there to talk about the Mountain Zebra hike next week. Fred has a problem that he has to be back early on Monday. The rest of us will leave on Saturday morning early to try to be at Cradock by 08.00am.

Saturday morning:
I have started running (walking) again this week.This morning we ran from Mill Park to the William Moffet and then down the third avenue dip and then back home via Linkside. This route is about 10kay. In our group was Susan Burri, Andrew Barton, Adrienne Wilson, Suzanne Gendall, Gerald and myself. We ran at an easy pace and I was able to stay with this friendly group. I thought about Sunday morning when I knew that I would be on my own at Bushmans and how I love the company and chit chat that goes with a run of this nature.

After the run I spent a little time at work, collected a Hockey stick from Brian Bands for Joshua and then did a "tip run" off loading some of the sticks and branches that our gardener, Kevin, has been cutting away. I purchased a good looking fillet steak from the Spar and then headed home to load up for our weekend at Bushmans.

We dropped Ally off at the Zeelies and drove through to Bushmans River Mouth where we were to stay with Charles and Ingrid. Once there we took a walk to the local pub where we ordered a couple of Quarts, Savanahs and a plate of slap chips. Adquately armed we settled down to watch the final in a series of three internationals against the British Lions. We had already won the first two matches.

As we sat down I recognised Carol-Anne Cash who does the promotions, amoungst other things, for the Achilles marathon and the Lake Farm 27Kay. Her husband, Niel Bissiker, does the radio sports commentary for Algoa FM. I also met up with Theo Van Wyk, who was at High School with me at St Andrews. He recognised me even though we had last seen each other about 40 years ago.

It was a great afternoon sitting and chatting in this little country pub. We lost the rugby but that did not matter to me too much as I had enjoyed the outing. We strolled back to the camp site and started the braai. We grilled the Fillet to perfection. Ingrid had brought some bottled salads which complemented the meat. After supper and a few more beverages we started an evening of Bridge. We all played better that we had done the previous time.

Bridge is a card game that requires a fair amount of concentration. As the evening progressed so did the red wine and the sherry and the quality of bridge playing began to deteriorate. It was about 10pm when we all turned in for the night.

Sunday 5.07.2009.
I started the day off with a Walk / Run up to the Build-it and Bakery in the industrial area. This is only about a 7 or 8 kay run. I never enjoy being on my own as I don't go as far or as fast as when I am in a group. But this morning I loved the solitude as I watched a Heron jump off a Power Line perch. This National bird of SA glided and looked so absolutely peaceful and content that I could not help but feel the same way. As I turned back I was treated to as beautiful a sunrise as I will ever see. The morning sun slowly crept up over the Eastern Horizon and became a fire ball as it struggled to make an impact though the morning mist and cloud.

Back at the camp site I had a shower. I love this shower as it is just short of being outdoors and gives me a sense of freedom as I washed off the braai smoke and residue of the mornings excersise. The monkeys were all over the shack and chased away the birds (Cape White eye, Cape Weaver, Heuglins Robin and Southern Boubou) feeding on the cheese and tomato that Charles had put out for them.

This morning we loaded up packed sandwiches, coffee and some warm jerseys into Charles' bakkie and drove down to the Bushmans River where we launched the boat. Charles took us far up river, past the game lodge (Amakhala). We did not spot any game until we were on our way back. We saw a few buck which I later identified as Grey Rhebok. (horns on males only, narrow vertical spikes, ears tall & narrow, brownsih grey, underparts white in small herds). We stopped for a sandwich. Ian jumped out of the boat and into a deep mud bath. The rest of us decided to stay in the boat for our breakfast. As we were sitting there we heard the distinct sound of the Fish Eagle. And sure enough there was a bird above us.

We had seen a few African Goshawk, African Pied Wagtail (which could have been the blacksmith plover except that they were is groups of more than two and plovers are normally in pairs), Egyptian Goose, Oyster Catcher, a Pelican, plenty of Comorant as they raced in front of our boat, what I think was a tern diving and catching a fish and a Redbilled Hornbill. As we were boating back we saw a small group looking uphill. They had spotted a Fish Eagle on a branch. This magnificent bird had something in its beak and was enjoying a morning snack.

Ian steered us home. This had been a really relaxing morning but Barbara & I had to leave and drove home to collect Ally.

This had been a stunning break for us. Charles, Ingrid and Ian had a few more days there.

This week went quickly with a visit to Kingwilliamstown, a stay over at the Red Valley B & B in Komga and a visit to Butterworth. Wednesday and Thursday I was up early for a run/walk with the group. Friday I had the day off and used the day to pack and ready our kit for the Mountain Zebra hike. Ally had Holiday Club. For a full report on the Mountain Zebra Hike see separate blog.

Monday the 13th: I was supposed to be in Jhb for a FS GM meeting and had missed some "customer Care" training in PE and had also missed a visit by Barry Dell in PE. While all of this was going on I was in Cradock completing the hike.

Tuesday 14th: Back to work. I was supposed to meet Gerald for a run this morning but still felt a bit stiff from the hike.

Wednesday 15th: Back on the road this morning. Cold: Adelle said she read 3Degrees in her car. None of the 'Slowies' to run with this morning. Others (Nicky Roote, Elmarie, {just back from Knysna half} etc) who used to be at the back are now part of the front group (John, Tim, Adelle etc)and me who used to be part of the front group is now at the back. Ah Well: "Ce le vie".

ADRIENNE WILSON:
Here is an email I received from Adrienne Wilson who is in Rome for FINA Diving Competition Judging.

Hello dear running friends, You think I am lucky being here, well I think you are lucky enjoying your weather. It is unbelievably hot here, and our pool is out doors. We are not allowed to put umbrellas up because of TV coverage so we are going to look like dried up prunes when we all return home.

The venue is big and beautiful with blue life size posters of all the different disciplines. The pictures are like statues, and yes the men in the pictures do have cossies on, unlike the statues all around Rome.

I arrived only yesterday, but have already taken the tube to explore. I met up with a few of the diving officials who have arrived, and we went to a quaint little place to try their pasta. I note the wine is cheaper than the water, and a coke goes for about R30 so I guess I will have to stick to wine!!.

Today was the Fina congress where I was the SA delegate - that meant I had to behave myself and have lunch with Sam Ramsamy and talk small talk.

The other judges will start arriving later tonight. There are only 5 of the 17 judges that were at Olympics and the last world championships, all the judges are new. It is great being an old girl on the block. I must say though, we never get over our nerves and our butterflies are already beginning. Tonight the initiation starts for the new ones. I am sharing with Hannah from Prague. Lovely girl, and in my mind the prettiest, sexiest etc etc - and no she will not lead me astray!!, I think I will be in bed way before her at night.

Our technical and judges meetings start tomorrow. We also write another judges exam. The days are going to be really full now. Diving starts on Friday at 9.30 in the morning, and some nights we only get home at 9,00. The mens 1m competition is scheduled for four and half hours because of the competitors. They are going to have to roll the judges, because we cannot be expected to sit out in the sun for that length of time.


Saturday night will be the opening ceremony. I am not too sure if I will be able to send any pictures, because I am using the business center to type to you.
Saying goodbye to Jen, Dani & Mat yesterday was horrible. They are going to be so spoilt. Poor Dani has a mouth full of ulcers and is a little run down. I have just spoken to Jen on the phone and they have just finished a round of golf, and are now going to Ice Age 3.

Running is going to take a back seat because our hotel is right in the center of town with tiny little streets and lots of traffic. There is a gym in the hotel but it is small and we have to queue to get the bikes or treadmill. The uniforms that we have been issued are great, but we are going to be so hot in it. Finals we will be in full pants, long shirt, and blazers, and during the day it will be long pants and T shirts.

Take care, just sending a little note to say I miss you all and wish you could share this experience with me. Sending lots of love from Rome Adrienne

Here is an interesting story from Dave Gassner who I met when doing the Amatola 100kay run with Tim Gendall. He is a real tough athlete who loves extreme sport and pushes the limits.

Dave wrote this email in response to an invitation to hike the Otter Trail with us in June 2010.

Hello Peter,

Hope you are well, thanks for the mail. We won't be joining you but thanks for the invite, I doubt you will battle to fill the spaces. I have done the Otter 5 times now, last in 2006, I really enjoy the hike and have even run it, back in 1981. A friend of mine and I were holidaying along the Garden Route and turned up at Storms River. We stayed in the hiker's huts at the mouth (long gone now, fancy log cabins have replaced them) and discovered the trail.

When we asked to go on it we were told that we have to book through Pretoria but we could start the trail if there were hikers who did not pitch. After a few days there were some no shows and we had to wait one day later until 09:00 to be sure thay didn't arrive late.

We bought some cokes, bully beef and baked beans, packed a small army canvas rucksack between the two of us, rolled our sleeping bags around our belts and at about 10:00 off we went. We had to cover two days the first day but we were going so well we just kept going and stopped at the last hut as it was getting dark and we had no idea how far we had to go.

There were very plain huts then, just a one room affair, no bunks and just enough space for 12 to sleep on the floor, as the hike was full we slept outside. The next morning we quickly got to Natures valley and hitched back to the start. In 1981 the route was not even well marked or well worn and we took wrong turns a few times, mainly on the local fishermen's paths.

Watch out for crows, the buggers know how to open the zippers on back packs and they can unpack your food !!!!!! They did it to us at Blaauwkrantz and at Blue Bay.

Keep well.

Fond regards.

Dave
16 July 2009.

CLOVER HELPERS RUN
Saturday 18.07.2009.
This morning I did the Clover 10kay helpers run with Gerald. See separate Blog.
While running a number of cyclists greeted me and this made me even more determined to haul out my Bicycle, clean it up and pump the tyres. I did this on Saturday afternoon and then on Sunday I drove down to Summerstrand where I met up with Ron. The two of us did about an hour of slow cycling around the Summerstrand suburbs and in the University.

This was exactly what I needed to regain some confidence and to get going with cycling again. It was really good to spend the time with Ron, chatting and enjoying the winter afternoon sun as we rode side by side. There was almost no traffic and this gave us the opportunity we needed to enjoy a mild cycle.

I am looking forward to getting more of this kind of excersize as we become fitter and stronger with some regular training even if it is just once a week. This afternoon Michael and Lene came over to play some bridge. I prepared a very mild Chicken Curry. They have only recently learned the rules of Bridge and already Lene in particular has become quite skilled at the game.

Michael is off to JHB this afternoon where he is joining up with the Furn City (Ellerines) people for a week of intense training before he takes over in the Pier 14 shop. I am also off to Jhb on Monday as we have the Annual Launch over the next two days. It is the first such affair for Financial Services. I purchased a new black shirt for this function.

During this week I first went off to Jhb for these meetings and then on Wednesday morning I drove through to EL for Branch Visits. I was able to catch up on some of the shops that I had never been to including Idutywa (now Dutywa).

Friday morning I had a run / walk with Gerald and Saturday morning I did the Clover 10kay event. The more I think about it the more content I am that I am still able to take part in these events. Not that I am at all competitive anymore. But it is such a pleasure and joy to be able to meet up with all of the local runners, to run the whole distance without stopping and to finish feeling totally satisfied with life.

TRI NATIONS
This afternoon was the first of the 2009 TriNations Rugby matches. Barbara and I had a relaxed afternoon in the sun reading and watching an episode of Shield. We are now into Series 3. We dropped Ally off at Drama where she is auditioning for Alice In Wonderland. The Springboks played the All Blacks in Bloemfontein.

It was a great match for the local team who have a poor overall record against the New Zealand team. Ruan Pienaar missed three penalties and the game was a very close call. But in the end we scored two tries to their one and converted enough penalties (Morne Steyn again) to set us up for a win. It was a great match for us to win and we were deserved victors.

PETER WHATLEY
.This is an email from Peter Whatley who is an Achillean who has recently moved to Doha for work:

Doha Diaries – 16 July 2009

A massive dust storm has hit the Middle East over the past few days. It originated up in Iraq. The storm was so large that warnings were issued for people to stay indoors when it arrived. To put this in perspective, it was estimated that there was 2 billion tons of dust being kicked up by the storm. The mind really boggles. When you get a really bad one, it can strip the paint off a vehicle.

Fortunately when it arrived, it wasn’t as bad as had been predicted. Visibility was reduced to about 2km which was not too bad. In a bad one, visibility can be virtually zero.

I’m still driving a pool car, but have now seriously entered the car market, not only looking for myself but also for Lise. I think that I have decided on my vehicle with the choice being between the Nissan Xterra and a Pajero. In all likelihood it is going to be the Xterra. As regards Lise, the choice is a lot wider. She will have to decide but at this stage it will probably be between the Suzuki SX4, Nissan Qashqai, Honda CRV , Rav4 or Hyundai Tucson. For what you get, the Honda and Toyota are very expensive, with the Hyundai and Suzuki being the best value.

I am now settling into work but the working hours are taking a lot of getting used to. Normal hours are 7h30 to 15h30. In summer, 7h30 to 14h30 and during Ramadan, 7h30 to 13h30. As with most expats, we still end up working longer hours.

The pace of life over here is very different and the phrase “more is nog ‘n dag” is most appropriate. After there being no real sense of urgency, all of a sudden, everything needs to be done by tomorrow morning. Even for someone like me who tends to put things off until they are needed, this is quite frustrating.

I had dinner last night with an old work colleague from PE. It was great to have a home cooked meal that I didn’t prepare. Good meal and even better company.

Whilst one doesn’t like to harp on the bad driving and lack of courtesy on the road, two incidents from last night just reinforces this. In the first one, some poor bloke was trying to enter a row of traffic. He would never be able to break into the traffic, so when the lights changed, I let a gap open in front of me to let him in.
The lights flashing and hooting from behind is hard to describe.

The second incident occurred right in front of me while I was on my way home. A vehicle was driving on the wrong side of the road, towards the car directly in front of me. Neither driver was prepared to slow down. The driver on the wrong side of the road could not get into the correct lane as the vehicles in that lane were not prepared to let him in. All that happened was an enormous amount of hooting, a near head on collision and the air around me turning rather blue as I vented my frustration, irritation and aggravation at the arrogance of all the participants in this incident.

It is now only two weeks and Lise, Justin and Nicole arrive. I am counting down the days.

I had to order some books for Justin as he has some summer reading to do before he goes to school. He writes exams on them during the 2nd week of September. The books are not available in Doha or SA so Amazon here we come. The books cost R1200 and the delivery charges were R600. At least two of the books will be used at university.

Between now and the start of the school year which for him is 26 August, Justin has to read 9 books. 6 are English literature and 3 are related to Mathematics. I suppose that’s what comes from going to a specialist school.

Nicole is also not getting off too easily. I need to make sure that her mathematics is up to scratch so we will be working through the Year 8 mathematics textbook with her to determine whether or not there are any gaps in her education. Lise and I expect that she will need to do about two hours a day for three weeks. So much for her being on holiday.

In an attempt to keep the Sheikh-i-bellie under control, I’m exercising 4 days a week. Only time will tell whether it’s working.

With me having acquired my medicine (Alcohol) license, I can now stock up my apartment. The only snag with the license is that you are only allowed to transport your purchase between the bottle store and your house, so you cannot take drinks with you when you visit friends. If you have people over, you supply all drinks and this is reciprocated when you visit. The trick is to know what all your guests drink. I must say, I was a little disappointed at the selection of SA wines available.

This weekend I’ll be introducing one of my English colleagues to “Springbokkies”. It will be interesting to see his reaction as he is quite discerning about what he pours down his throat. Like me, he is waiting for his family to arrive in Doha. His son will be at the same school and in the same year as Nicole, so she will at least know someone on her first day.

Justin already knows a few people in Doha and will be introduced to friends of his contacts when he arrives. His transition should be quite seamless. Lise has had a taste of the Souq’s already and I’m quite certain that she will spend hours exploring them.

On the work front, there seem to be many positions available for librarians so once Lise decides it’s time to start working, I don’t envisage her having a problem finding employment.

I am currently in a temporary office but a little later this year will be moving to an international award winning tower block called the “Tornado Tower”. I have to admit that the building is quite impressive, especially at night. We were going to go into the Marriott Towers but due to ongoing construction delays, we cancelled our agreement. Besides, we have just become part owners of the Tornado Tower.

With me not feeling totally comfortable on the 22nd for of my apartment block, I’m not certain what it will be like if we end up on one of the upper floors of the tower block. It goes up 52 floors. If you do a Google search, you will be able to see what the office block looks like.

In many ways, Doha is first world with a number of world class facilities, but in other ways, there a plenty of 3rd world characteristics. Education could be part of it. The Qatari’s are a Bedouin people and the discover y of natural gas and the corresponding development has only take place during the past 60 years.

There is an incredible amount of wealth here but it only in its 2nd generation so the people are not particularly sophisticated when it comes to business. In fact, locals do not really need to work. The government pays each male Qatari the equivalent of R1 200 000 per year for merely existing and when he gets married, land and accommodation is supplied free of charge.

As a result of the locals not needing to work, the work ethic amongst them is generally quite poor, but how does one break this cycle?

Next weekend I’m off to find the local Catholic Church. There is a congregation of 80-100 thousand. The church is massive and seats 7500 people. There are 4 priests and they hold 6-7 masses a day in different languages. I’m told that it is located well out of town, somewhere in the desert so I will be going with one of the congregation.

It sounds as if you are all having a cold winter, but remember this, when you are cold, you can always put something on, but when you are hot, there is only so much you can remove.

Got to do some work.
Regards
Peter Whatley
16.07.2009.

Sunday morning 26.07.2009.
This morning after church Michael and his family joined us for Breakfast at the Pink Fig which is this outdoor childrens playground / cafe near to the Riding area of PE. Seems very successful and Barbara spoke about her dream to open something similar "when" we move to CT after Ally Matriculates and I finish with JDG.

I had eaten so much that I had to have some excersize. I drove down to Summerstrand where Ron and I did about an hour of cycling around Summerstrand suburbs and the University. I am so pleased to be back on the bike even though I am so slow. Ally was doing a Drama.

Barbara and I watched her in the South African version of Pandora's Box. It had been set up by a group of Canadians who had come to SA for this reason. We thoroughly enjoyed the production. It had been a huge amount of fun for this group of young people. I think that Ally was quite sad to say goodbye to them.

ADRIENNE WILSON
Here is a letter from Adrienne in Rome:
Well my emails have been few and far between, and I do apologise. The business centre here is in the main foyer of the hotel. I have to go to reception to get a password for the day and then I can go onto the computer. If I take longer than 15 minutes to write a letter the computer loggs off and I loose everything. I found this out the other day after typing a huge letter to everyone. I wanted to take the computer and throw it out of the window.

The diving finally finished on Saturday with the men's 10m synchro. This has been a very different time judging world champs. Being a deck official as well, I am put to task and have to sweet talk my way through a competition with a VIP. Give me judging any day, especially in the heat we experienced. I also had to miss a day of competition because I was the deligate at the Fina Congress with Jace Naidoo (president of Swim South Africa). The congress happens every 4 years where new committees are formed, along with new rules etc.

I attended the Diving congress before our competition started - I am pleased to say diving was quick and easy with not too many rule changes or new dives to add to the list.

The judging side, well we still have our observers watching us judge the diving. We are given a computer print out immediately after the competition that tells us how many dives we are exclusively high or low, equaled high or low and our panel agreement, plus our percentage out of 100. Our observers then give us our exact results at the end of the 10 days. If you don't get 95% and over you do not get to judge finals. I did 3 finals, missed one with a 92% and the others I was on duty.
To get to the final we have to go through prelims (anything up to 55 divers), semi finals (top 18) and finals top 12.

I was thrilled when I was not on the panel for the mens 3m springboard, and tried to video the final. I tried to get a good place to video, but soon gave up because of the heat and found a little corner on the steps where the divers walk past after their dives. This was far more entertaining to watch the TV cameras follow them, my eyes were on their tiny little costumes. I am amazed they still have them on when they come out of the water.

Although most of the judges are new and a bit inexperienced we are having a good time. This bunch seem to want to party. We have a balcony on the 5th floor of our hotel that overlooks Rome where we all meet for drinks at night. For supper everyone goes out to the local side cafe's. My german room mate Monica, and I go to a little supermarket where we buy a salad, a bottle of wine, cheese and biscuits, take it to the roof and have a quiet supper before the others get there. We do this because at supper the bill is split by 18 of us, and most of the time we do not have steak and loads of beer like everyone else.

I originally was going to share with Hannah from Prague, but ended up with Monica. Well I could not have a better roomie. She is an English lecturer in Germany and a comentator on TV for diving. She is only 2 years younger than me, loves to go to bed early like me, and we find we have the same likes and dislikes. We have laughed so much in the room. The only thing I cannot get used to is how she walks around the room in the nude before and after her bath, plus she just sleeps in little panties. I think it must be a continental thing, because you should see all the lady judges showering after competitions. Does it sound as though I becoming an old lady!!!!!

The one night we were on the balcony we each had to sing something from back home. I tried to do a zulu dance to izga zimba. I don't know if it was my lousy singing voice or my body movements but everyone laughed so much that they made me repeat it the following day to our fina technical chaps. (I wonder what the observers gave me for the performance).

Every free minute we have we get taken to the sights of Rome. We have all had 2 free days during competition. I chose to go to the Vatican city, St Peter's Basilica and to the Trevi fountain. Today we did the Colosseum before our judges meeting. Last week Monica and I did a full day of a lot of the churches in Rome. Each one unique in its own special way. Not many of the judges wanted to do this, so unfortunately we did not have a guide.

We did however manage to buy ear phones at the entrance of each church which explained the history. Our favourite was Sana Maria. It is the most ancient and greatest among the Basilicas dedicated to the Virgin Mary. One has to dress appropriately before entering the churches and shorts, miniskirts or bare shoulders are not allowed.

I have taken so many photos of the inside of these churches and will send them to you once I am home. Another day I visited the Wax Museum and Palatino. The Palatino is a ruin with beautiful views showing the Palatine hill where Romulus killed his brother Remus and founded Rome.

There is just not enough time to explore and the heat does get to us, but to have guides on all our tours is a major advantage.

Last Wednesday night we had dinner and then a tour of Rome by night. We stopped at the Trevi fountain, for half an hour where we could wander through the streets and have an ice cream. I just could not believe that at 11.00 at night the streets were just jam packed with tourists. I wonder if Rome ever sleeps.

Our first day is finished, and tonight we will go to the swimming. On Saturday I saw the finals of the synchro swimming group finals. I could not believe what these 8 girls did in unison. Waterpolo I have not seen at all because it clashes with the diving but I hope to get to one of the matches tonight. The village here is huge with lots of different places to eat.

Every night they have a live band playing. Our shuttle bus runs from the pool on the hour every hour so it is easy to get back to our hotel. I have walked back to the hotel - it took me 40 minutes and it was uphill all the way. I have managed to get in a few runs early in the morning before traffic gets bad. It is a good way to see Rome. One of my runs goes uphill (like Brickmakers) but three times the distance, and at the top there is a look out point showing the beauty of Rome.

We saw video footage of all the dives where we were 2 points or more out of range from the rest of the panel. I did a 2 when the other judges gave 4, and I am pleased to say I was correct (what a good feeling that was), it was on a synchro dive where a ukrane girl hit the board and then bent her legs, and finally bombed into the water.

Our technical committee always advise us to use our full range of marks, but when we do, they complain that it is not good for TV. My set of results are great, but once again I mark the divers too high on highboard and only got an 89%. That means I was 6 dives higher than my panel on 60 dives and only by half a point most of the time, and when I see the video replay I still think I am right.

This afternoon after this email, I have to do some swotting because we sit our exams tomorrow morning. I look forward to the trick questions but hate to calculating the degree of difficulty of new dives. They give us a number 5271 and ask us what dive it is and what will the degree be. We know 5 is the twist group, 2 is backwards 7 is the number of sommersaults and 1 is the amount of twist that will be done.

The kids are back home, so Peter is very happy, someone to cook supper for him!!!!! Jen has phoned me since they left, and said it was great having them. I think they were spoilt rotten. I know Matthew received an early birthday and christmas present - golf clubs. They played a lot of golf here and Matt just loved it. Dani received her birthday present and Christmas present as well - guess what clothes.

Well I think this is enough to bore you with, I do understand if you don't get to read all of it and delete most of the email. Looking forward to getting back on Saturday. I hope this email finds you all fit and well. Sending lots of love from Rome xxx Adrienne


Last week of July 2009:
I have been home most of this week with just Monday in EL for a meeting. I am trying to keep up with the morning runs but am in huge pain in my left calf. And the Knee. Whoa- sounds like I am a real old crock. Which I suppose that I am. Stragely enough as I am running I have hardly any pain. It is only after sitting in the office or at home for some time that I have this pain.

Thursday 30th: Lene Birthday.
They were here for supper and bridge. Bought a new scanner / printer today. But am not able to get it to operate. Spent hours on the phone with the HP help desk but to no avail.



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CLOVER 10KAY HELPERS RUN AND ROAD RACE KINGS BEACH 18.07.2009 AND 25.07.2009.

10kay Clover Helpers Run.
Saturday 18.07.2009.

Kings Beach.


I am not quite sure how it came about that we ended up doing the Helpers Run with Gerald. I think that he has to work on the day next Saturday and he particularly wanted to get Suzanne back into running races.


A few weeks ago Geralde came across Suzanne running on the beach and insisted that she join the group. Since then she has become quite regular at MPRG. We have been doing the slowest of running and walking. But at least we are out there. Myself when I am not doing “Country Work”.


This morning we met at the Kings Beach Parking ground at about 06.30am and set off a little ahead of the main group who looked like some real serious runners. I take a little while to start breathing and running easily so was puffing and panting after just a few 100 meters. But once we steadied the pace and settled down to an easy jog, I was fine to run. This morning we had Colin McCall join us together with Gerald’s daughter, Ronel. When Ronel moved from Cape Town she started to run with MPRG until she found a job in PE. Since then we have not seen her. We put our names as participants on the clipboard list that was circulating.


This morning Ronel looked like she has stayed fit as she was able to maintain a steady pace throughout the run. Suzanne was determined to run the whole distance so it put paid to any thoughts that we had of having a nice stroll from time to time.


From Kings beach we jogged East along the Marine Drive. Andy Bolton and Michelle Elfick were returning from a run that had started at Mill Park. Cyclists passing us shouted their hello’s but when you are a runner trying to identify a cyclist it is almost impossible, as the cyclist with a helmet and dark glasses, becomes completely camouflaged. I really must remember to take out my bike and start to train cycling.


We turned up Admiralty Way. Ronel had her GPS watch on and would, on a regular basis, let us have our distance run. Suzanne and Colin had gone ahead and I was surprised to find that they were completely out of site as Gerald, Ronel and I turned the corner from Marine Drive. But a short while later I realized that they had stopped for water at the garage and that is why we could not see them. Up Admiralty Way and ahead we could see Alf Zemke standing at his Bakkie with water. This put a fire in the bonnet of Ronel who decided to start her sprint. She had been bragging about how she could outsprint her dad. So now the two of them took off up the hill with Ronel beating her dad with pure staying power.


Once we were watered we turned West along Erasmus Drive. Shortly after we had turned, the front runners came loping past us. These are the real athletes of road running. Tall, thin men with muscular legs that talk of hours of intense practice. A young lady followed close on their heels. Gerald thought that he would fool around and sprinted off with them. They did not appear amused at his attempts to be jovial and they continued at a Sub 3 minute pace. We jogged on at our six minute pace. Still we had not done any real walking. Maybe too much talking. At the Roundabout (English word for Circle) we turned back down past the University and the Casino and down towards the ocean. We had a nice relaxed kay of downhill running. Suzanne was looking strong. Colin had decided to take it easy and was keeping Ronel company.


Back into Marine Drive and Suzanne started talking of stopping at the garage for water. With no support from Gerald or myself she scrapped that idea and we ran at a steady pace to the Kings Beach Parking area. As we ran we were reminded that today was the 91st birthday of our ex president Nelson Mandela. Gerald remarked on how much Madiba had done for South Africa. How we could have ended up with a completely different scenario.

We could have had all kinds of recriminations for the way that the white South Africans had treated their Black counterparts. We could have had a dictatorship. We could have been persecuted. All kinds of possibilities exist. But as history now tells us: we had a smooth transition with forgiveness as the common thread. Instruments such as the Truth and Reconciliation, the Restructuring and Development Program, Affirmative Action and others have helped to make South Africa a prosperous country of opportunity for all South Africans.


Gerald had taken our time and Jan Van Eeden recorded us at 1.05 which is just above 6minutes a kay and quite acceptable for a group of joggers who have not run a full 10kay without walking for absolute ages. Ronel and Colin followed seconds later. Gerald and Ronel had some kind of bet and by beating his daughter he had weaseled out of paying for whatever he had to pay for.


Suzanne was quite happy with her morning’s exercise as this had been the first ten kay run in as many years. I had to be at work this morning so left as soon as we had finished.

CLOVER TEN KAY ROAD RACE AT KINGS BEACH.

The following weekend, Saturday 25th July 2009 was the "real thing". I had been out of town for the whole week and when Gerald said that he would be running on Friday I was happy to join him. Friday morning we ran around St Georges Park. Elamrie, Michelle and Claire joined us at the start and then ran away and we never saw them again. Gerald & I had an easy run and walk.

Saturday morning I left home at about 06.15 and registered for the race at Kings Beach. Chris Jansen was doing registration. Lekker Lekker Hennie was directing people as they came into the tent for registration. The PE events are far too complicated with registration. We should be able to pay the R20 and hand in a slip with our names. The orgainsers erect this huge tent which costs thousands of Rands and make a big fuss of registration.

Once I hade my number I sat in the car and pinned it to my vest and waited for the race to start. Sitting there I saw a very athletic (good looking) Paulette running past. At about 6.55 I joined the back of the runners waiting for the start. Lesley, Graham Nel, Suzanne, Colin Mc Call, Tim Gendall, Bradley Joubert, Gill, Ekardt, Lex Mitchel, Ben Carver were amoungst the people I saw at the start. Les Barnes was there. Les used to be a reporter for the local Afrikaans newspaper, Die Burger. He covered all the local runs for many years and it was quite common to see him greeting all kinds of people. At that time every one in running knew Les. Lately he has gone into the Supermarket business with his son, Peter, at the Sunridge Park Spar.

I had run the route the previous week and knew that I would be out of breath as we ran up to Marine Drive. It takes me quite a little while to settle into a race. As I ran I was greeted by a young Achillean (Ancha) who I had run the final few kays (also at Kings Beach) with some time before. I was so impressed that she remembered me. Ancha explained that she was recovering from an injury. Nicci Roote and friend Robyn greeted me as they enjoyed a Cappocino at the garage opposite the Red Wildmill. I ran for a short while with Dean who used to be a student of mine. Alf Zemke greeted runners as they passed him in Marine Drive. And then I concentrated on the run. I did not want to burn myself out but also wanted to run under 60 minutes.

For a while I was able to chat to Aletta who told me that she had run Rhodes the previous weekend. She described Mavis Bank and how tough it had been. This brought back memories for me. She desribed the thick snow that had made the race even tougher than ever. The cut off for Mavis Bank 21kay was 4.5 hours and the cut off for the Tiffendale turn off was 6 hours. Aletta described how she had battled to make these deadlines. This explains why Rhodes is one of the toughest Ultra's in SA.

As I ran up Admiralty Way I passed Colin and Suzanne and gave her a bit of a push. Then I pressed on and ran at an easy pace. I ran for a short while with a man (teacher at Grey I think) whose name I cannot remember but should. He was running with his 16 year old daughter from Collegiate. I wanted to talk to him as it sounds like he was thinking of joining Achilles but when Shoaib (Daughter Ageelah I think, in Nippers) greeted me I ran on with him. The two of us ran the last five kays together. He is training for Ironman Half in EL next year. He pushed me to a pace that was a little uncomfortable for me but I was enjoying myself.

We ran past Gerald S who was marshalling at the Circle in 2nd avenue and then down to the beach. The two of us were pushing each other and when he would slack I ran harder and vice versa. We passed Gerald Hoxley, The only Achillean that I passed today. Then ran hard into the finish area back at Kings Beach. As we approached the finish Percy and Robin shouted a greeting. They must have run really hard to have completed the 10kay and still had time to jog back to greet incoming runners.

Our time was about 57.20. Shoaib had a heart rate monitor and gave me some of his statistics. I was happy that I was still able to take part in an event like this. It had been a stunning morning for a run. The sun was shining. It was neither too cold nor windy. Later in the day I phoned Suzanne and she told me that she and Colin had run exactly 60 minutes. She explained that the last few kays were very tiring but she was quite stoked about running and feeling good that she was now back into the sport after a ten year absense. I had also spoken to Tim who had run with Bradley and done about 44 minutes.

As I walked back to the car I saw Aletta and Gaynor finishing. Gaynor appeared to be looking good and Aletta said that this would have been a PB for Gaynor. I greeted Val and Andre Erasmus from our church. They were there to support their 22 year old daughter, Helen who had run a 49 minute 10 kay. It seems that Helen had planned for a sub 40 minute but had suffered with cramps during the run. Helen is another potential Achilles Club member. I saw Margie Saunders and her son getting into their car with a group of young Grey Boys.



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MOUNTAIN ZEBRA PARK
IMPOFU HIKING TRAIL
SATURDAY 11 JULY TO MONDAY 13TH JULY 2009.

On this hike:
Peter, Barbara and Ally (11) Giddy
Hannes, Jacqui, Calvyn (16)and Jordan (14) Zeelie
Stuart Laing (16)
Gerald and Pat Scheepers
Fred Kohler.

The hike had been planned for some time to start on Saturday 27th as this was the first day after school term ended. However the Zeelies were not able to make this weekend due to paddling committments in Plett and this is how it came about that we changed the dates. It was just as well as the original weekend was one of the coldest and wettest weekends that we have had in ages.

Maryna Baard (Susan Burri's friend) was due to hike with us. On the Thursday before the hike a couple of us (Maryna, Susan, Gerald, Adrienne and I) were running through Hallack Drive in the early morning and Maryna tripped and fell. She went down hard and fractured a bone in her arm and was unable to be with us.

Adrienne was leaving later this afternoon for Rome where she would be judging international diving. Her two children, Danielle and Matthew would be traveling to England where they would meet up with elder sister, Jennifer who is a Springbok Hockey player. Jennifer has paid for them to fly over. After the Diving they are all meeting to go hiking in the Alps and this is why Adrienne has been dedicated to her running in recent weeks.

The people administering the hike and the people at reception were most obliging and helpful. Jeannie helped me when we had to change dates, Robin phoned to make certain that the arrangements were correct, Jali assisted us at the reception and there was the man who gave us a talk about the hike and safety aspects. They were all incredibly friendly and helpful.

This would be the third time that Barbara and I would do this hike. The first time we completed the hike and it must have been around summer as the days were very hot and long. We did it with our children when they were still young and at school. The second attempt we completed the first day and then on the second day we climbed the first hill before I realised that I had a Kidney Stone and was in agony. I decided to turn back and the rest of the group did the same. So our second day was a really relaxed day as we hiked along the road to the second hut.

Stuart had not hiked a trail of this nature before. He remembered us from Rhodes where his dad, Andrew, had run the Rhodes marathon with us and we had all stayed at "Die Pastorie". Ally also remembered Stuart. They had played ping pong together. This was July 2005 when Andrew had received his permanent number at Rhodes. Andrew was up at Rhodes while we were on the hike. See Blog of July 2005: Rhodes Marathon.

Ally and her friends had been at the Walmer Methodist Holiday Club the whole week. Calvyn, Jordan and Stuart had been leaders at the Holiday club. From reports, this had been a most successful week of fun and teaching. Amber was not able to come on this hike as she had Ballet Classes which cannot be missed. She kindly wrote Ally a letter, telling her how much she wished that she could have been there.

Hannes and family left on Friday night and stayed over at his sister who lives in Cradock. Gerald left about a half hour before us. Fred followed me and we left at about 5.45am on Saturday morning. We filled up with petrol at Colchester. I had set my GPS and the distance from our house to the main gate of the Park was 255kays. We took a gentle drive averaging around 100kph. It was extremely relaxing. We stopped to look at some Buck that we saw about 50kays this side of Cradock. They looked like Impala but were darker (almost Black) with a white flash on the bridge of the nose. They are not listed in our game guide.

Our next stop was at the Daggaboer Farm stall. Fred purchased a pair of Mohair Boot socks. Barbara bought herself some biltong and a filter coffee. The drive to the main gate of the Park took us about 3 hours. As we drove the 12kays to the Camp area we saw Oribi, Zebra, Springbok, Eland and Kudu. This park has more than it's full of game to see.

At the main camp we met up with the rest of the group and registered for the hike. We were given a fairly comprehensive talk on safety as we were in the open where it is entirely possible to encounter wild animals including buffalo and Rhinosourus. Hannes later commented that the talk had been devised at some head office as they advised climbing a tree or running uphill. With a loaded backpack? Up Doring Boom? Yeah Right! Another interesting fact is that, as we were readying ourselves, Andy and Bev Bolton (with daughter and friend) drove into camp. They planned to spend the weekend doing some game viewing.

Impofu is the Xhosa name for Eland. The Xhosa word used for Zebra is Ikwagga (Zulu is Idube). The Kwagga or Quagga became extinct in 1878. The mountain zebra was almost extinct when, in 1913, there were just 27 animals left. The Mountain Zebra park was established in 1937 with 5 stallions and a mare. The park was originally 1700 hectares. In 1998 a series of paintings were auctioned on the TV program 50/50. This enabled the park to be rapidly expanded from 6500 hectares to its present size of 28 000 hectares as surrounding farms were bought up.

We started to hike at about 09.30 and walked along a jeep track. We were hardly about 1kay into the hike when Barbara tripped and fell on her knee. It was a hard fall with her full backpack weighing her down. From there on she was in pain. And to add to this she had a few more falls on the trail which resulted in her twisting her ankle as well. We hiked up the road to the Big Rock. This rock slid down the side of mountain in 1974 and the thunder of the slide could be heard 20kays away in Cradock.

We stopped here for a snack before tackling the first of the hills. As we climbed this hill we were able to see a small herd of three adult and one foal Mountain Zebra. We also saw some Kudu on the Western hillside. As was the case throughout this hike; the boys went on ahead. The rest of us regrouped at the neck and then began our descent. It was not long before we realised that we were lost. The boys were ahead of us and I was prepared to follow them. Fred had also gone on ahead and realised that he was not on the correct trail. There are so many game trails that it is easy to think that you are on the hiking trail, but if you do not see the trail markings of Feet or an Arrow, then you have lost the pathway.

Finally Fred put down his pack and walked back to the rock where we had lost the trail and put us back on track. It was a fairly steep descent on tough terrain before we reached a Jeep Track. At the bottom we crossed the only stream that we saw throughout the three days of the hike. The water was not drinkable except maybe in extreme case of need.

Here the uphill began to take it's toll on Barbara's knee. She was in a lot of trouble and I helped her up the hill. Barbara had discovered that the soles of her hiking boots were coming loose and this compounded her discomfort. As we ascended this hill I looked up to see Fred on his way down. At that stage I left Barbara's backpack and gratefully let Fred take over.

It was only about 500 meters to the start of the final descent to the Olien Hut. The wind was blowing and it became quite chilly. Fred had left his pack at the crossing and Hannes took over and carried it down to the Hut. This must have been a mammoth task as the descent was extremely tough and carrying a second bag would have made the descent almost impossible. Hannes had said he wanted to use the hike as a fitness exercise but this was taking it to the limit.

The descent was very long. About a kay. It was technically difficult. I began to tire and felt shaky with low blood sugar. For me this was probably the toughest part of the three days of hiking. I ate an enery bar and felt better but still felt myself tiring fast. Barbara, Ally and I reached the hut about 30 to 45 minutes after the rest of the group. Today's hike had taken us about 5.30 to 6 hours. We were all very happy to be at the hut. Soon after we arrived a bakkie with two rangers stopped to check that we were safe. Barbara explained that she was injured and would need a ride to the next hut. The driver agreed to be at the hut early the next morning.

Fred started the fire in the "donkey" to heat up the water for a shower. I needed the shower to recover and had a luke warm shower. From there everyone went one at a time and had a wonderful hot shower. We start the evening early with sundowners, snacks, chips, vegetables and dip. We had some bad luck as the steak that we had brought for the hike was "off" and not edible. But fortunately we did not go hungry as we had more than enough food on the hike.

We had bought Ally a new backpack and a new sleeping bag. She was quite comfortable with the backpack and slept well (as she always does) in her new down sleeping bag. The mattresses on this hike are covered with linen, while we are used to mattresses covered in a plastic. They were slightly softer and more comfortable that we expect in a hiking hut. The night was quite cold but not freezing. It rained in the night and Hannes took our provisions out of the fireplace as the rain was dripping on the plastic packets.

In the night Pat woke up worrying about the fire. It seems that she had seen flickering of the fire and realised that the wind was blowing and the fire had flared up and this was potentially dangerous as the fire could easily spread. Barbara and Pat got up to put the fire out. Just at this time I had a cramp attack in both legs and had to ask Barbara to give me a leg rub to ease the pain as I was unable to stretch the pain out of my legs. I find cramping quite exhausting and did not find the strength to help her and Pat put out the fire.

These huts consist of two bedrooms with six bunk beds in each room. The rooms are small but not unbearable. It just forces us to be a little tidier than we normally are on a hike. In the centre is a kitchen area with a fireplace which could be used if it was raining or the hut needed to be heated. Flush loos are provided and hot showers by means of the Donkey. A certain amount of cups, plates, cutlery, a kettle and parafin lamps (in the first hut only) are provided. A good fireplace for a braai and plenty of wood but what is lacking is an area to sit and chat. There are some logs but these are not placed around the fire and the setting is not condusive to a long evening of "Kuiering".

We were in bed early. I had started to read the book 'Fireproof' but I find that I can only read for a short while before my eyelids become so heavy that I cannot stay awake anymore. This night we must have been in bed for about 11 to 12 hours. It is impossible to sleep that long. I would wake up frequently and turn over or lay awake. My limbs were sore and stiff but the nights rest made me feel strong for the second day's hike.

Sunday 12th.
As Barbara had arranged to be collected, I decided that I was not going to carry a backpack. I carried a small packet with a waterproof top and a few snacks for the day plus two water bottles. Barbara and Ally were to wait for the Bakkie to collect them so we packed ready for them to be collected and Fred and I set off first. As we ascended we came across fresh droppings that looked like they were only hours old. We waited at the fork at the top of the ridge for the rest of the group to arrive. First up were the three boys who carried on up the pathway.

As they walked, Fred spotted a Zebra on the path that they would take. The Zebra heard them and was alert for some time before the boys spotted him. We watched as the boys approached and then as the Zebra began to descend the hill. The Zebra would run down for a short while and then stop in a place that completely camouflaged himself. He would silhouette himself agains a bush or tree that had the effect of making him invisible. It was quite interseting for Fred and myself to watch this from a distance.

The first part of the hike took us to the fork and then up along a jeep track. At the top we regrouped and I was able to help Gerald who was battling with his breathing in the thin air. At this stage I estimate that we were about 1500m above sea level. From here we could see the boys across the valley as they had already reached the Bankenberg. This is a Buttress that looks like a bench. They were running around, playing and generally enjoying themselves. As we stood here we could see the mist coming across the mountain tops and could feel the immediate drop in temperature. Fortunately we had brought warm clothing.

Fred had to be back in PE this evening as he had an important job to complete on Monday. He had arranged to be collected from the hut at about 15.30 and decided that he would be better off to press on ahead. The five of us consisted of Hannes and Jacqui, Gerald and Pat and myself. We continued down hill and then up to the Bankberg. At the top we could hear Ally shouting below. We could see the hut but not Ally or Barbara. We did not know what Ally was saying but realised that the Bakkie that was supposed to have fetched them had not turned up. When we later walked to the hut I felt quite upset to see that Ally had scratched the word "help" in the sand next to the hut.

There was nothing that we could do. Barbara had my phone and I could not phone anyone to let them know. Also we thought that they would surely be there at any time shortly. We pressed on and up to just below the highest point in the park know as the Bankenberg. At this point we were just under 2000 meters above sea level. This is a point that is clearly visible from far distances. The range of mountain is known as the Sneuberg. It appears that there had been snow there on the weekend that we were originally planned to be on this hike.

At the top we stopped alongside the old stone wall for a snack. The whole day had been one of clear sky and then cloud cover. The wind was blowing but it was not so cold that we were in distress. Now as we sat down sheltered from the wind, the sun shone on us and we felt as if this was where we should spend the rest of our lives. The warmth, tranquility and feeling of well being was overwhelming. We could see for probably 100kays in all directions.

Finally we decided to get going again. Shortly after we left this spot we had to search for the trail. Thus began a series of lost and found. From here we determined that if we did not see the trail marking of Feet or Arrows then we would stop, backtrack and reorientate ourselves. The trail is well marked but easily lost. There are so many game tracks that can be confused as hiking trails that the hiker has to be extremely careful otherwise you could find yourself on a completely wrong pathway alltogether.

We began a long descent. It was about here that I heard Jacqui telling the story of how Hannes had presented her with this amazing birthday present: a pair of Gaiters. "What are these?" she had demanded of Hannes. "Gaiters that you can use on the hike" answered a proud Hannes. Jacqui announced that she was going to buy Hannes a Sports Bra for his next birthday as it was now him that was wearing these Gaiters! I was reminded of the one and only time that I had tried to purchase Barbara an item of clothing but had "chickened out" when I was approached by a sales lady. Jacqui's advice: 'Phone a friend'.

The descent into the valley was long and technically challenging. This cannot be rushed as it would be very easy to trip and fall or to twist an ankle. There are a number of huge round rocks that we had to walk along, trusting our boots to not slip. During the descent we saw a herd of 6 Zebra across the valley. They remain motionless even at that distance. They are not "skittish" but careful and ready to move if neccessary.

Finally we reached the saddle where we had a short ascent before the final 500m to the hut. Here we discovered that the boys were lighting the fire for the Donkey but no Barbara and Ally. The boys explained that they had arrived about 40 minutes ago and that Fred had been there when they arrived. He had walked out and would be on his way to the Rest Camp.

Hannes and I grabbed a water bottle (and not warm top as it was sunny a the time) and started the walk along the road back to the hut where Barbara and Ally would be waiting. Along the road it was an easy walk and took us about 45 minutes. Just as we approached the hut we could hear Baboons barking. At the hut Barbara told us that they had just brought all the bags and kit into the hut as the Baboons had approached them and sounded very threatening. And not five minutes later the Ranger Tom arrived in the Bakkie to fetch them. We loaded everything into the bakkie and drove back to the Karee Hut where the rest of the group were waiting.

Back at the Karee Hut we settled in for the evening. It was only about 4pm. We all enjoyed a warm shower and started the fire. Out came the sundowners and snacks. It was a little before sundown but in the words of Bill Corkhill: "On the hike there is latitude when it comes to deciding when sundowners may begin". The Donkey was fired up and everyone was able to enjoy a hot shower. Cleaned, tired but refreshed is how we now felt. Now that we were all together we were able to reflect on the day's hike.

The day had been one of the best possible day's for hiking this trail. In Summer you would cook. The weather had been very kind to us. There was a little cloud cover but not so much as to chill us to the bone. The warm rays of sun had been just enough to warm us up but not so much that we had battled with heat. In the final descent the breeze had dropped and we had excellent hiking conditions all round. This was a reasonably tough day but for me was really enjoyable with a light pack and I was feeling fit and strong. At no time did my knees bother me. Hannes had brought some sweets and I used these to 'refuel'. I must remember to takes sweets when ever I am on a hike.

The warmth of the fire, the day's hiking and early evening sundowners combined to put me into a relaxed frame of mind. This evening I was first in bed and reading my book. But as usual the book had a soothing effect and I was soon fast asleep. While I did not have a troubled sleep, I did have a fitful sleep, waking and turning often to ease an ache or stiffness.

When I went outside in the middle of the night, the moon shining so brightly it seemed like dawn. A bright moon like that seems to reflect on the soil. The stars were in full presentation and had it not been so cold it would have been an ideal opportunity for an outdoors sleep.

Monday morning I decided to make some hot chocolate and tried to be as quiet as possible but my movements soon woke the rest of the group (except Ally who has been known to sleep through an Atom Bomb). We prepared our morning drinks and eats, washed and packed ready for 08.00am when Tom the Ranger was due to collect us. And at exactly 08.00am we saw the Bakkie round the corner. It was Goodman, not Tom but that did not matter. Some of us loaded our packs onto the Bakkie, Barbara and Ally jumped on and we all set off for our final walk out.

Barbara and Ally froze on the back. There was nothing that they could do. The short trip seemed to take forever. But Finally they were back at camp where they had a wash and a proper breakfast of eggs and bacon and went for a short game drive.

Meanwhile we walked along the path, losing the trail constantly and regrouping once we found it again. It is not as though you can lose yourself alltogether. The road is always just to the left of the hiker. But it is good to know that you are on the correct hiking trail. We startled a number of buck including Kudu and Fallow Deer or bushbuck.

This morning's walk took us just over 2 hours and we were back in camp with Barbara and Ally waiting for us. Stuart and Calvyn had worn sleevless vests and must ahve been freezing cold in the morning before the sun came out to warm us up. Hannes took his group for a shower. Ally had to be back in PE as early as possible for Drama Practice and we left immediately.

As we drove out, we again spotted a variety of game, including a Black Backed Jackal as he loped alongside the road. At the main gate we saw a pair of secretary birds walking and hunting for snakes and rodents in the long grass. The drive home was a sleepy affair. I drove for a while and then let Barbara take over while I slept. Ally slept for most of the drive and was still half asleep when we dropped her off at Clarendon for Drama Practice.

That evening Fred phoned to let me know how it had gone for him. He had left us at the top of the Bankberg Butress and had walked at a brisk pace. He too had become "lost" on a number of occasions having to backtrack to find the trail. He had waited at the hut for the boys to make sure that they had found their way and then had walked out along the road. Just as he approached the Rest Camp, the bakkie met him and gave him a lift for the final Kay. He then tried to explain to Jali about the arrangement to collect Barbara and Ally. Jali was not aware of the arrangement but promptly sent the bakkie off to collect them and that is how it came about that we met them at the Olien Hut on Sunday evening.

Lessons that I learned on this hike:
While winter may not be ideal for hiking, it is certainly better than the heat of summer.
Water (one litre in winter is the minimum and two in summer) has to be carried as there is absolutely no water on the trail.
Slackpacking is possible on this hike. The rangers are most helpful and accommodating.
Stay in groups as the trail is confusing and one can become lost easily. Always look for the painted feet and arrows. If you lose sight for any time at all then you are probably off the trail.
The hike is physically demanding but if taken slowly with plenty of stops and rest breaks it is not too difficult.
The distances do not seem to be long but the nature of the trail and the terrain makes it a tough hike.
Take it slow: you can spot game while hiking, but not if you are walking to beat a time demand.
Weather descends upon you at the top of the mountain. Be prepared for the very coldest and wettest even when you start off in clear skies.


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Dawn commented as follows:
"Remember Mountain Zebra well, did it twice, both times, I think, with you guys. Remember Jacqui, head down on a hill, almost walking into a kudu and Michael in an uncontrolled down hill sprint with Jacqui on his back. Also Peter in pain on the hill tops - what was it again? Kidney stone? or something! Never been an uneventful hike and it sounds as if this one remained true to the tradition!"

Michael commented as follows:


Dad.

Sounds like you really had an adventure. I completely understand how those leg cramps can wear you out.

I also believe that if mom is going to do hiking from a bakkie - I might be quite interested to join next time.

Mike

Hi Peter

How was the Mountain zebra trail? My heart ached more than the fractured arm… Some pic’s? Haven’t blogged before ! Have done the Otter 2 years ago & would love to do it again. Planning to do the Camino De Santiago next year June- July for 14 days & not sure of dates yet, but will have to finalise asap. Wouldn’t like to loose out again.

Stay well & blessed
Maryna

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