Alueta, Jeante Alueta...Skraggly Hair?

PARTY 2 looms in the distance! Next Stop Kasane Botswana! Clothing Required? Its cross dressing time!

Pretty sweet drive cruising from Popa falls to Kasane, taking some rad backroads letting the thunderhorse ride like the stallion she was meant to be... hmmm...gender issues there.
Is our car dust proof? Of course! Dust? Sand? what does that look like!

We were a little unsure as to the theme of the party in Kasane so we did a little improv shopping at the classic "Side of the road super clothes city". What we bought should never be worn by any human ever again. Changing on the side of the road in Chode national park into our delectable outfits with the police, 1 ambulance and a few fans driving by with puzzled looks on their faces we were ready for CRAAAZZZEEE party number 2....Were we over (Under) dressed for this one....just a little. As usual the Champions from bobs for good and moutainshak adventures did not dissapoint! The food was incredible and the accomodation/camp site even more so. Our home for last night "Chobe safari lodge".

Wild times ensued as usaul with ourselves taking quite a few fines - including the coveted "Gees" award. But the highlight of the night came with Matt from Bobs for good leading us all with wildest song e had ever heard. "Alueta Jeante Alueta, Alueta Jeante Alueta...Skraggly hair, Buck tooth,broken nose, two cross eyes, bont neck, marie biscuit nipples, beeg tits, bellybutton, unshaven pubic region, thunder thighs, vericose veins, cellulite, athletes foot....all in all...oh oh oh oh, Alueta Jeante Alueta, Alueta!" It was mental to say the least all done in the classic hillybilly accent.

At around 4am, fire still blazing hard, ratios dying out, permanent marker on all exposed skin it was time to sleep. What a night, what a party What a trip! Just 3 guys trying to have a good time...Onwards to ZAMBIA and the smoke that THUNDERS (Mosi Ou Tunda).

Whatsup Whatsup Caprivi Strippers?

"Elephants!" Said the sign "ELEPHANTS!" If you've ever driven through the Caprivi strip you'll know what I mean. Did we see any Elephants....no! One of the longest flattest peices of tar the chinese have ever constructed.

The day involved my first transaction, If Visa takes you places mastercard doesn't. Myself and Jared rocking the trusty old maestro cards = cash zero with Fish having to cash out most of the time. At about midday we passed a fire, not uncommon in the dry expanse of northern namibia, that was the ideal opportunity to do some magazine photo shoots type vibes for the thunderhorse.

Sticking your head out a car with sunglasses on, not a good idea! Yes i lost my sunglasses all R30 of the Top Gun aviators. Fish slammed on brakes, after we had driven for 3min contemplating whether or not to stop, so that we could go back and search for them. Not to say we never found my sunglasses but the little kids over the road found it quite amusing watching us jog up and down looking for them. If you're cruising the strip any time soon and you see a little chap rocking the smooth moves on some ladies with R30 aviators, give him a high 5.

We camped at Rainbow camp site on the banks of the river running in to popa falls. Took it easy, watched the sunset over Angola and cooked the Tuna pasta and cheese sauce 5000 before going to sleep. Cold? this place is not cold...

Salty Crack Snacks?

Wake up! ... What a what a what a PARTY!! Fire walking, burning guitar playing, summersaulting over chairs over the fire over hurting heads... One wild night... We left the camp site after push staring and then jump starting our comrades the Pirates of the kariba Dam, classic chaps. Heading along the beautiful and flat landscape with sparse bush and savvanah grass plains we arrived at the infamous Etosha salt pans - naked times to follow. Meeting up with the Bob's for good crew and the trusty old pirates we all proceeded to drop our rods and stroll off into the great expanse of the salt horizon. Words cannot do it justice if you have never seen it but it is something that we will never forget, the driest place on earth.

A little photo shoot followed involving 8 naked chaps and two lovely lasses. After a short while of driving we arrived at another pan except this one was like an inland ocean. Surfboard on the roof, ocean?? hmmm... and you know what followed, surfing the etosha pans...not good times! The rest of the park was utterly amazing and Africa treated us to one of her finest sunsets. We did run out of fuel in the park as is our style, so with jared on predator duty with machete in hand myself and fish did the tank filling.

We camped in the park at Namutoni camp with a chilled camp fire and good times with other put footers...this place is not cold, not at all...

"You Don't Trust My Friends? What If I Was Invisible?!"

Crossing into Namibia, at the border post Nick decided to sort out customs while we presented the lady with his passport... FAIL!! She wouldn't stamp his passport without him being there. So we called Nick back. He asked, "Don't you trust my friends? What if I was invisible?!" to which she could only reply with a blank stare. After getting lost in the Windhoek suburb of Soweto, which is pretty much the same as the Soweto back home, we made our way towards Etosha.

We got our first puncture leaving Windhoek and when we stopped to change it, we met up with another team, Sad Sack, who we convoyed with to the checkpoint.

Being the chaps that we are, we decided to dress up a little to make an entrance at checkpoint 1. However, we were a little late.. Needless to say, arriving at the Bob's For Good shoe drop at the local primary school dressed in balaclavas and a Speedo may have scared a few of the little buggers! But we did something good and that made it all worthwhile.. A couple of fines were had later and we took some prizes including "Slowpoke" and "Chariot of Fire" (the ThunderHorse is a big hit!). The chaps also soon realised that this rally is no mess around - these guys can party (fire-guitar and fire-walking were some of the activities)!! The challenge was definitely made and accepted.

What make is your horse?.... Male!

And so it began...We left the bustling city of JHB from the Inanda club in sandton with the all infamous...Push Start due to complete ignition failure! Rocked in on through morning traffic down william nicol to heads turning in all directions thinking "What is this machine of Death we three chaps inside?" Not to mention the rocking surfboard on the roof.....So things start to fall apart. Back left speaker failure 10000, Ignition failiure 20000, Jerry can super leak 5000 litres, passenger seat unmovable resulting in rear passenger failure... but great times....

The Botswana border finally arrived... while going through customs the gentleman in front of us was promptly asked "What make of horse are you transporting?" to which he replied "Male!" ...classic!!!

Fuel - Not a problem, we've got a jerry can! Um no! 20 km short of Kang, middle of NOWHERE and the only fuel station for miles we run out of fuel, yes jerry can too. So accomodation for the night is free at the all infamous super camp site city (Side of lion infested road). The night was warm for myself but for a few other travellers, cuddled together on a (I forgot the mattress) floor it was all so much colder.

The sunrise was incredible as was the accompanied "Boskak" taken with the faithful Machete.

No fuel, no ignition, no speaker and a little chilly, Nick gets the opportunity to hitchhike, not before kicking fish's ass at backgammon. An hour and a half later, 1 jerry can with the last of our Pula inside and we had fuel, In my absence Jared the infamous self taught auto-electrician managed to fix the speaker, CD player and Ignition! "99 problems but inginition aint one!"

After a good lesson in fuel management techniques (Great Course) it was onwards to the Namibian border and Windhoek...

Oh Sweet Hitchhiker! Hop On In!

As the sun set on the beautiful layed out courts of Wimbledon II, and the last ten-a-side tennis game was decided, the Thunder Horse still looked as good as ever (contrary to the rest of us!). In fact, she has some major "pulling" power (1200cc engine and all). Just look what we picked up...

The SillyBuggers Wimbledon Tennis Party turned out to be a major success, and as we near to just 2 days before departure, there's always time for a bit of silly banter with the Pirates of Kariba Dam Crew. No doubt there will be a couple of us "walking the plank" in the next few weeks. Next stop...NAMIBIA!

Strawberries & Cream for an African Dream??

The Chaps are ready to klap Africa in 11 days! And we thought a lekker Chop & Dop (or as the British call it Strawberries and Cream) would be a lekker send off! Ladies are welcome to dress like any Russian star tennis player they want to be, and Gents...just look at my favourite Ginger tennis champ, Borris "i like short pant" Bekker.

The idea of the event is to help us raise some cash for Bob's For Good Foundation which we are supporting along our African Rally, and to have a bleddie kiff time on the magnificent grass courts at the van Jaarsveldt residence.

There will be ample beer (courtesy of my employment) , Gin 'n Tonic, and a surprise punch (Fish promised to keep the roofies at bay). The chaps will get the braai going, and...the incredible Datsun (aka The Thunder Horse ii) will be on show for all

Leave us a buck or two (or many) and help make our Southern Africa Put Foot Rally 2011 epic for us and BFG.

Daisy Duke, If you wasn't my cousin, I'd marry you!

With just 16 days to go to the Put Foot Rally 2011, I thought I'd take some inspiration from Luke, Bo, and Uncle Jesse. The Thunder is soon to be unveilled with its "60" racing number, like the boys from Hazzard!