I slept like an absolute rock. It’s challenging to get out of bed but I’m in no rush. While I’m having a coffee Jordan makes us a slice of toast with jam. The jam was a present that I bought her for yesterday’s special day - umsobo jam from the Little Church, which is their speciality.
After that I whip together an omlette and we start the day. Jordan is working and all I want to do is potter around at home, play music, pack my bag for tomorrow and relax. I hear a tractor working on a burst pipe in the street and I absolutely have to go check it out.
I’ve been in love with tractors my whole life. Rumour has it that some of my first words were “Ford”, “John Deer” and “Massey Ferguson”.
I chat with some of the workers. It turns out a couple of them also share my love for heavy machinery.
I come back home and destroy the lounge trying to pack my fastpack for the Drakensberg adventure with Frik tomorrow. I send a couple potential routes through to him starting at Mahai. Blessed Be, Peter Slingsby.
It’s going to be a one night fastpacking run where we sleep in a cave. I hope to make some mistakes packing the bag and learn a bit for the big run through the Transkei which is crept up on us and is now next weekend.
Nikita’s brother Tristan arrives and plays Kim Possible on PlayStation. I repack my bag again.
We head over to the park. A rugby ball is stuck in the tree and my inner child climbs high up to shake it loose.
We play with the Wizza. Use the roundabout. Swings. Dogs.
Pack bag again at home.
Play some Worms 4 with Tristan on the PlayStation. Lasagna for dinner. Watch the sea monsters movie. Sleep on the sleeper couch.