And we tackle the mother of all portages to get to the finish. Sunday will be a very happy day.
It's sort of like summiting Everest.
All those weeks ago in Pmb was like being at base camp.
And now we are at the final camp before the big one.
Except we know we will make it irrespective of the weather.
Today was 155km to get to this point but we enjoyed the day as it was the last full riding day. In fact we were much more chatty than usual.
We had a light breakfast at Montagu and 3 hours later we were sitting in McGregor having a cooked breakfast. Another 3 hours later we were being entertained at Oestervanger B&B with yet another meal.
At 16.30 we stopped for sandwiches and again at 19.30. We chatted to the Correctional Service guards as we went through Brandvlei prison and squashed some flowers (much to the gardener's consternation) as we huddled against a wall summoning energy for the final few kms to this, the last SS.
I dreaded the distance and length of today but my current mantra is: "I'll get there when I get there."
And tomorrow, dear family and friends...I'll see you when I see you!
Looking forward to it.
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