Na 20 000 km het ek laatmiddag veilig op Naboomspruit aangekom.

My laaste rydag was soos die res van die week: Koud en bewolk. Alles het nou outomaties gebeur: Die pak van die fiets, petrol ingooi, en daarna die langpad. Ek gaan die KLR se dreuning mis. Die leefstyl van 'n langpadswerwer is nou verby.
My last day in the saddle was like the rest of the week: It was cold and cloudy. After four months everything happened automatically: Packing the bike, filling up with petrol, tackling the road. I am going to miss the sound of the KLR. A lifestyle of roaming over continents is over.

My laaste rydag was soos die res van die week: Koud en bewolk. Alles het nou outomaties gebeur: Die pak van die fiets, petrol ingooi, en daarna die langpad. Ek gaan die KLR se dreuning mis. Die leefstyl van 'n langpadswerwer is nou verby.
My last day in the saddle was like the rest of the week: It was cold and cloudy. After four months everything happened automatically: Packing the bike, filling up with petrol, tackling the road. I am going to miss the sound of the KLR. A lifestyle of roaming over continents is over.

I visited Ray and Donovan of CyTech to show them the result of their hard work. I appreciated Ray's sincere congratulation on the completion of my tour. I really felt good when I left there.

At and Stompie van Wyk are two very dear friends of mine, with whom I spent many long evenings with good wine and long discussions. Stompie celebrated her 70th birthday today and I paid her a surprise visit. The soup was a life-saver in the cold! At van Wyk is a talented writer with many books to his credit. If I only had his writing talent...

Then the biggest surprise. Before I got to Naboomspruit I saw a number of motorcycles next to the road. The riders waved me to slow down and stop. I first thought there was an accident. It was no accident however, but Andre Joubert from Naboomspruit with a number of his friends who came to welcome and escort me into to town. Andre, a heartfelt "Thank you" to you and all the gent and ladies. I never expected such a welcome. Thank you again!

The roaring sound of the motorcycles as we entered the town gave me goosebumps.

The last surprise was the visit of Johannes and Liezel Cronje, and Leane, all the way from Pretoria. Thank you guys, we are going to have a great weekend!
'n Slotwoord vir vandag. Toe ek die aand in Marsabit in Kenia my bedjie so bekyk met die stinkende toiletgat langs die bed, die stort, die wasbak sonder afvoerpyp, en al my goed wat nat op die grond le (kappie :-) omdat ek die wasbak vol water en wasgoed se prop uitgetrek het, het ek my eie skoon badkamer gemis. Toe ek netnou in my bad gele het, was ek bly om weer tuis te wees.
My final words for today: Long ago that night in Marsabit, Kenya, as I sat on my bed with the stinking toilet hole next to the bed, the shower, the wash basin without pipe, the floor soaking wet with all my stuff wet as well (I pulled the plug without realising there was no pipe fitted to the basin) I missed my own clean bathroom so much. Tonight after a long hot bath I realised I was glad to be back home again.
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