motorcycle diaries: cape town
A lunch at a nearby farm is only disrupted by the dismantling of Justin’s rear wheel on the Yam, whereupon the bearings tumble onto the car park floor. Cue a change of bike. Homemade bread, some local wine and a tasty Risotto help with the refuelling effect as we head out again and another hour through winds, some barren landscapes and to the wonderful ‘The Posthouse’ hotel in Greyton. Sadly our first trip onto the gravel roads comes only three miles after I’ve been given a turn on the Aprilia and the grin-inducing power of the bike is nullified somewhat as I try to ‘off-road’ on a near-slick. Not so easy on the Dorsoduo or the nerves. A whiskey and chocolate tasting session precedes dinner and also an hour putting Chris and Phil under the microphone for a couple of interviews. Chatter over food again focuses on the bikes (the faster elite are not too impressed it seems) while those that have selected to take a Great White shark boat trip the next day contemplate sharing the water with arguably the world’s most ferocious killing machine. I sleep soundly.