Riding on my motorbike was for many years my best experience. When I lived in Pietermaritzburg, although I only had a 50cc motorbike, I spent much time with my friends riding through the bush paths pretending we were on big off-road scramblers. I cannot begin to count the number of times I fell off my […]
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Bloody Mist
One cold winter late evening I was riding alone on the road with my 50cc motorbike. I was going back home from a trip to Midmar Dam. I suddenly found myself in a very thick mist which was like a white wall in the bright light beam of the motorbike. I knew that road very […]
Building Teenage Muscle
During the early seventies I played a lot of sport at school. It was that which convinced me to get out of bed daily, to get dressed into an ugly grey school uniform and to make my way to the schooldesks which I really abhorred. Rugby was my favourite and I weighed a mere fifty […]