Friday after work the Morph-meister hopped in the car

(it was pumping SE with 38deg C at Nooitgedagcht at 5pm and not much better at 7pm and I was not lus for the thermals and rotors) and skooted the 150km up to Citrusdal to GR8-dad's place. There were two reasons for going the night before.
1. We had to leave Citrusdal at 04h00 to get to Loeriesfontein before sunrise
2. It was a good excuse for a pissup with my mate
The softnesses and little clones were not around so it was just me and the dad. A few beers and a really decent seafood potjie,

(Thanks dad) lots of lies later we retired. It was 23h00. 02h45

the fricken body clock woke me up , just minutes before the cellphones alarm went off and scared the sh!t out of me and Dad, especially dad because the emisions from his bowels continued to wreak havoc on us all the way to Loeries
03h30, a quick 's', no 's' and 's' later we departed for Nooitgedagcht to collect Gert (not Coetzee) who was to act as vehicle courier. We made him drive, with the excuse that this was to be considered his dual checkout, and we would sign his conversion once there so he could safely return solo in the bakkie. It was a good excuse as we needed a bit more sleep. (if only Dad's bowels would

)
2 and a half hours later we drove into the sleepy little , hhhmmmm, what do you call something with a bottle store, a few houses and the only garage in town with no cars nor fuel

(just planes

) We met Boet at his workshop and had extensive discussions regarding the two Explorers he was building. He took me to see a Bush Baby that had been written off after blowing off a trailer, and showed me how not to build a plane. Even without the damage this plane was in a bad state. Not worth the 200k that was paid for it
Then on to the airfield. Dad's baby is a beaut, 47 hours, 912s, magnificent condition. The only problem was the wind was howling (loeries is at 3000ft on top of a platau) and both Dad and myself were not keen to get going. But after a few little problems were sorted with the brakes we took off and headed for Nooitgedacght. Boet told us to fly IFR (I follow roads) since this place is very barren and unless we are very fit and can easily hike 50km to the nearest human being it is better to land on the roads in an emergency. He aso forced us to take water with us.
Fortunately the wind strength dropped off at altitude and with a nice 10mph tailwind and the motor purring along at 4500 saw us cruising along at 90mph ASI and 100mph GS. 1hour later and 1.5hours ahead of the bakkie we decended into the Clanwilliam valley. Temps were high and thermals were working but this little plane handled all within her stride.
Dad executed a hasslefree landing and we cracked our first beer on the little lady.