I remember a photo of Mike Blyth, sitting on a step in some Columbian outback, looking haggard but alive, with a laptop on his lap, capturing moments of his flight with Olivier on their second epic journey..........Here I sit, in the Wimpy at Ladybrand.........ja, 3 days and here I am in Ladybrand........
Monday morning, real early, Piet wakes me with a cuppa........5.15am and I get airborne, crank a steep turn, burn up Piet's runway (he runs for cover

), and off the Dragon wings me to visit the distant horizon on a perfect summers dawn.......
Dang, but only an open cock-pit pilot, with uninterrupted forward view, can for a moment close their eyes and feel with me the beauty of dawn flight, in the calm of 'pre-day'.......mist covered valleys and flat-lands..smoke curling lazily up from rural huts..........the world at slumber, deep in deepest dreamland.......and I am up and alive and living............Thankyou Otto, thankyou Orville and Wilbur, thankyou to the countless folk who lost their all in the quest for perfecting flight......I ride on your wings.....A moment of silent gratitude for them all dear reader..................
The berg comes into view. Majestic. Awe inspiring.. Nasty black clouds curling over from the N/W, the turbulence starts........it gets bad.......it gets really bad.............Full power, climb attitude, descending, weightless...hammered back into seat, glance sideways...wings flexing, flung into 4-point harness, hammered back into seat......grab hold of alu tube with one hand......no bloody hell, get your hand back onto the throttle...................descending wayyyy too fast........left, left now, follow the ravine, out-run it....power, power, check speed, check power, check attitude....damn it, take stock, check in mirror for load on back seat, check underslung pannier still attached..........All O.K........
O.K. ya bastard big piece of rock, was that the best you had......throw it at me so early in the day......I'm coming back at you......
By now I was overhead the steep climb from Natal up Van Reenen's pass, big rig's about 500feet beneath me, crawling(just like me) up Van Reenen's..........Problem is, I know there is a sign up ahead on the side of the road which says ' Windy Corner', and I am going to cross Van Reenen's right there.........Ha! you chunk of rock, I'm ready for the challenge...
I crawled over the pass, and threw caution to the wind.......I screamed......I laughed.........I choked back emotion......I opened my flight suit and took the camera out and squeezed off a shot of the wind-sock on top of Van Reenen's at 'windy corner'.............I did it!
Cloud's on the tops of the mountains, so I am still limited to only about 300feet AGL.....strong wind from the North....I am crabbing........but I am alive.......by this I don't mean I cheated death, but that every piece of my being, - physical, emotional, intellectual - was screaming with purpose, a huge surge of sense of being alive, of using my skills to achieve something powerful.......

Harrismith passes by......Bethlehem approaches.....Headwinds have backed off to a reasonable steady about 5kts.........I drop down to 30feet AGL, following the contours of lands and hills........I have always dreamed of spreading my arms and floating over grass covered hills and valleys........just dreamily skimming over the countryside........I lived my dream.......I lived my dream..........
"Bethlehem traffic, TUG approaching from Harrismith, joining low level due to cloud, estimate 5 mins".........It is 7.25am, Bethlehem is still asleep.......about 10 crop sprayers standing forlorn, their wings tied down, they remind me of cattle standing in a rain-storm.........
Bethlehem refuels me with AVGAS (I mix it with my remaining fuel), and set off for Ficksburg..........Ah! the beautiful hills and valleys of the Eastern Free State.........something you have to experience...........I just carried on living my dream.......waving at farmers working their cattle, swooping past rocky out-crops.....crawling up steep hill sides......dropping down, spiralling down, into the adjacent valleys......following winding, flooded rivers, weeping willows, tall stately and proud pin poplars..............Even flying at about 5feet AGK alongside a farmer in his air-conditioned enclosed state of the art Agricultural Tractor while he was ploughing his fields........a friendly, astonished wave.......and he is gone......a part of my memory..........a part of the legacy I would love to pass on to my fellow pilots.........
Go fly guys........go fly.........go stretch your horizons.........slowly build your experience.........and you will wonder as I do at the beauty of our country.......and of flight.........and of the simple things that bring joy.......
That was day 2. I enjoyed the hospitality of Maluti Air's Anita. I booked into their beautiful log cabin, on the airfield, surrounded by game and lions (yup, they grunted me to sleep last night). Anita loaned me the students vehicle, and I set off for town to have a hair-cut, massage, buy eye-drops and just chill...........

This morning I dragged myself out of an electric blanked bed at 3.45, drank a cup of black, sweet tea and returned to the Dragon.........I gave her an early morning kiss on her left cheek(wing strut dudes)........and then...Oh! NO, no, no.... The hangar door had been left open during yesterday violent thunder, lightning and rain storm, and my flying suit, headsets, seat and neck-warmer were all soaking wet..........and it's 4.30am and bloody cold.....now what?
So I hang it out to dry on the wings while I pre-flight..........then I climb into a wet flight suit.......Brrrrrrrrrr.....and then I sit in a wet seat..........Brrrrrrrrrrrrr........considered having a leak to warm up:):)
Anyway, 20 minutes into flight and the things were almost blown dry...........
Same, same as yesterday, this stunningly beautiful scenery of the Eastern Free State, bordering on the Lesotho highlands.....I fly to Ladybrand at about 200feet AGL.........to early to see any farmers........to early to see anything other than flocks of birds heading out to their feeding grounds..............
Conditions are not favourable(Yeah! Right! conditions were favourable yesterday hey!) to continue today.......strong headwinds.........so am planning to change my route. No longer going down to Gariep..........leaving instead to fly direct to Koffiefontein Mine, otherside Bloemfontein, and then on to Prieska.........expecting favourable tailwinds all day tomorrow, so should make Prieska in about 6 hours of flying ..............
So here I sit, in the Wimpy at Ladybrand, drawing smiles from folk cause here is a man who 'looks around while he types'

yeah, there were these really sexy girls that took typing as a subject for Highschool, so I figured, "hey, why not". So I did typing as a high school subject, made sure I aced it so that I could spend the second half of the class period perving the babes, and passed typing with merit at high school...." Must say I was the envy of my buddies in History class..........

:) And Annie thinks I was a 'dork' for not taking Home Economics.....cause besides Corn Flakes and peanut butter sandwiches, I am pretty much useless in the kitchen .....
But hey, I fly, I don't need to be anything else..

:):)
Talk later,