Drie Berge & Voortrekkers Des '18

Kan net lekke wees geniet

Dis gaaf van Drie Berge.   Glo julle gaan dit geniet.  Net betyds terug by die huis vir Kersfeesete.

Middag Voortrekker

Ter sielkundige voorbereiding vir jou kamp by die Berge onthou die "gadgets;

haelnette, muskiet afweermiddel, blinkseil en diep skadubome. O ja lugreeling en koue goet. 

As jy wil weet waar om noodsaaklike proviand ensomeer aan te vul, moet jy maar vra. Brits woonwaens is nog daar indien jy kampgoete benodig.

Groete

Wessel

En onthou 'n staal hamer of boor vir die tent penne. Dan ook jeyes fluid vir die slange. Dis 'n baie lekker plekkie, maar julle weet mos Voorie, julle was mos al daar?

Koletang, moet net nie jou koletang vergeet nie.

Ek maak nou al seker waar is jou naaste sjebeen en baie belangrik, sy oop en toemaak tye op Sondae...

Anton, julle gaan dit weer geniet.👍 

Ja swaer, is swaar swaer, daai plek is nie bietjie warm nie, jy bak jou bacon sonder vuur van onder af, eiers kook gaar in die son😂. Maar, dit is 'n lieflike oord, tyd dat ons ook weer daar gaan plak.

Gaan Arie ook daar wees, kan nie onthou waar hulle Desember gaan wees nie? Geniet dit, dink jy daar gaan iets verander het van laas jaar?

Môre Anton, neem asb baie fotos as julle daar is. Sal graag wil sien hoe dit nou daar lyk.

Anton, nog 'n blitsige video van die opslaan ook, asseblief.   Wys 'n bietjie vir ons hoe Lolla woeker.

Ja Anton, volg Arie se mooi voorbeeld en laat dinge gebeur onder jou persoonlike toesig.

Wys 'n bietjie vir ons hoe Lolla woeker.

n Mens kry nie n kwaai vrou nie, net n bang man

Ek is bang vir daai sweep 

Ek is bang vir daai sweep 

More Voories

There is a place in the South of JHB. Well it may no longer exist, but anyhow it was called Stirrup club.... Part of it was an old slasto quarry...

Anyhow in my biking days I used to go there for a day-out... have a braai - picnic and ride the horses that where for hire.

The old man...... A regte vat-nie-kak-nie Africkaans fellow......... never forget him, quite a character.... Walked barfoot all over the place, and had a voice like frigging bull-horn, used to shout at the stable boys.... NONSENSE..  (yes one of black stable hands was called nonsense) KRY VIR MY... (Die of daai perd) REG.... Depending on who had come to hire a horse....

Sat in his chair outside the horse corralls all day, had a little cloth bank bag for the money.... Shortpants and a shirt. well, if it had one button on it...... One hell of a character...

Anyhow he had a number of whips at hand that he used to keep the horses "in toom" with...

Anyhow I used to talk to him and he once <very proudly> said to me Ek het nog nooit een van my perde seer gemaak....

Turns out he could curl a voorslag whip exactly where he wanted.....

He showed me by cracking the whip on a full distance hit and curling the whip round my extended arm.... Left only a slight mark on my fore-arm.................

You do know why a voorslag sweep cracks?.. The tip is travelling when it curls back it actually creates a sonic boom by breaking the speed of sound......

A little nonsense thing I happen to know....

I have no doubt whatsoever, if he chose otherwise, with the end of the whip,  he could cut as deep as he wished if he so wanted...........

An amazing skill... not to be trifled with.....

I used to often think of the book Jock of the bushveldt, where they describe going up the berg, and the drivers could flick a fly off the ear of the Voortrekker oxen, and think it was "Writers - licence" to exaggerate a little.......... Trust me, I believe it.....No exaggeration.

SIGH...... I wish I could just go back to my biking days.

Lived in my leather pants & jacket,  N' grondseil, goedkoop lilo om op te slaap en n beker van n baked-beans blik en n draad-hanger vir n handle.....

So blooming carefree....

As they say less is more I enjoy your explanation of live and camping Warren