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A free weekend. That is what I was presented with. And it turned out to be a “Hell” of a weekend!
But first things first. Let me introduce myself - I am Kermit. I am 10 years old and this is the first time I'll be telling my story on my dad's blog.
Why Kermit you may ask? Well, I have an Afrikaans nickname: “Paddaman”. But since this story will be told in English I needed an English alternative and the direct translation - “Frogman” - just doesn't seem quite right. So Kermit it shall be.
Back to the weekend. My mom and brother (Asterix) were out of town on a karate camp. This meant that I could rule the roost for a change. As they say: when the cat's away...
It wasn't long before a bike trip was on the cards. This weekend some friends and I would be heading to Gamkaskloof, or “The Hell”, a place my dad has often spoken about. It would be myself and my friends Jon-Jon, Lucy and Beesblasie (the youngest in the group).
Plans were made, excitement was of the charts! Until we realized we had some logistical problems.
- would transport our bikes.
- transport our luggage.
- organise permissions.
- run block / smooth over “the fuzz” should we attract some unwanted attention.
- be chauffeurs / cooks / route guides / photographers / general help.
- do everything for free.
- pay for the whole trip!
That was a very tall order, but amazingly enough we found not only one, but three people willing to help!
Introducing:
The Gang – geared up and ready to go!
Kermit; Beesblasie; Lucy; Jon-Jon
The Help:
Dual; Trailrider; ROV-Rat
We had all the ingredients for a great trip!
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