Expedition Africa 2014 Some more pre race ramblings

The dogs are out and loose

Diary of Adderjan Mole, aged 613/4

Yesterday

Bittereinder has let me know he has to withdraw.  

The President has informed him that the Boereoorlog is over and, as he says, would the President lie?  The point being, he says, is that he can now go for a long delayed back operation.  But I know he’s lying. He just wants to go back to his wife and farm in the wes-Transvaal.

To counter the depression I feel coming on, I throw a GPS in my handbag and head for Menlyn for some retail therapy. Passing through Olympus I spot a Beauty Salon poster claiming “We work miracles daily, the impossible takes a little longer” and decide its time for a makeover.

I outline my dream to Haarkappie, the  beauty consultant, and she mutters something about “lets forget the bikini wax, we’ll start with a back, crack & sack and take it from there”

I break into a cold sweat and my mind focuses sharply on an all new Plan B when she instructs her assistant Nathaniel to put the XL ysterpot on the stove with as much wax as he can find.

With serpent’s tongue I talk her into joining Bloed en OMO and we now have a real, walkin’, talkin’, livin’ Sue - one of the genuine female persuasion - in the team.

A 42D weight drops from my shoulders and I can throw the sports bra in the bin where it joins the thong that has been lying there since the early discovery that it is more of a tightrope than a hammock.

The point of all this is: Bloed en OMO are now legal, the dogs are loose and the race is on.

Adderjan