Monkey
Bay was a real treat and a little holiday within our chaotic adventure, well
for most of us that is...Ant from the Pistons
was rudely awoken in the wee hours of the morning by the Malawian Ant Army
(oh so much irony here!) And his retreat came at a cost when he took cover in
their van as the mosquito air brigade bombarded him causing some serious
irritation. For the rest of us our little bungalows were magic!
What
lay ahead of us and our stallions was basically the entire length of the
Mozambique interior. After an early start we made good progress hugging Lake
Malawi’s shoreline onto the neighbouring border post. But what has been custom
on this trip is you can’t afford to become complaisant. Disaster strikes! A few
kilometres from the Mozam border Fish’s scooter grinds to a halt. What became a
local spectacle, saw six vintage Put Foot crews help us out. With Franci’s
belly up on a VW kombi, our revised destination was Tete where we would regroup
and re-strategise.
Rolling
into Mozambique’s New York (Tete) we were stopped by the hundreds of 2M’s signs
littering a local restaurant (2M is possibly the greatest beer ever crafted).
Our half chicken and two quarts didn’t touch sides. Again our “Always make a
plan” attitude saved the day as we were taken in for the night by a South
African chap. The revised plan was a simple one. Jared would ride ahead early
in the morning while James and Fish would follow suit with the Pistons.
With
980km to go to Vilanculos, there was no expectation that we could reach the
dreamy town in one single days ride. Nonetheless, at 5am, I crossed the
magnificent Tete bridge and headed Southwards. Stopping every 90 minutes for a
5min break and refuel, the morning flew past. The road meandered through small
villages and hills as I was chanted on to Chomoi. 450km done, and still no sign
of the Pistons. I decided to push on, stopping only to refuel. By sundown I had
concern that these lads had passed me somehow. With no working phone there was
no choice but to keep chugging on and get as close to Vilanculos as possible.
There was something really enjoyable about travelling an entire day alone. The
drive through the Mozam interior took me through a blazing inferno, pushed me
off the road by an 18-wheeler, and gave me refreshments at a fuel station in
exchange for a few stories. Nearing closer to Vilanculos, the back started to
take its toll, my eyes started to become weary, and the road started to
deteriorate drastically. I found myself weaving through sandpits and craters.
The road had broken off my spotlight, so navigation became tougher. Then like
magic, the Vilanculos turnoff sign appeared. After 20 hours in the saddle, and
almost 1000km, Roxy rolled into Baobab Beach and was greeted with an ice cold
Laurentina! 10min in my wake and the rest of the crew rolled into camp. The
journey from Tete to Vilanculos had been a real marathon. High fives ensued and
the realization had hit that we were merely 200km from the finish line in
Inhambane. Today, Roxy the Big Boy Scooter had done a stirling job! The night
wasn’t quite over yet. If you have ever visited Baobab Beach you will know
first hand, that the Tipo Tinto flows like water and the party never ends!
Day
18 was a short parade into Inhambane Again; this wouldn’t be the Put Foot Rally
without one last ounce of drama. You see, our beautiful finish line location
floods during high tide, and with the SillyBuggers tardiness, there was no way
we weren’t going to cross the Put Foot Rally finish line without getting
wet! As we started, we finished off last
at the finish line beneath a beautiful African sunset.
62
crews, over 7000km, 7 countries, two wheels, and many more friends made along
the way; the chaps had made it. In retrospect, there possibly couldn’t have
been a better way to travel Africa. We had faced many challenges, ridden very
slowly, and laughed plenty, but being in the open air for every kilometre meant that we didn’t miss a
single bit of our beautiful Southern African adventure . We were treated like
rock-stars when rolling through villages and received helping hands whenever
needed.
It
was a pleasure to ride with the wit of Fish and the confidence of James. And it
was possibly the most memorable travel experience we have had thanks to our Big
Boy scooters and the ‘gees’ of all the crews around of us. The Put Foot Rally
will make you think differently about any other travel adventure you seek.
"The
road goes on forever, and the party never ends!"
A big thank you to our sponsors for Put Foot Rally 2012. Big Boy Scooters for our noble steeds. Greenstone Autobody for our Orange make-over, and to everyone who donated to the Rally cause. With close to R600 000 raised for the Put Foot Foundation!
Signing off.
The Silly Buggers
Keeping it Silly