School holidays. We have to DO something or we’ll go crazy!
Ma, we want to go and climb Mt aux Sources.
How are you going to get there?
We’ll hitch-hike.
Over my dead body! or words to that effect. NO, I think she meant.
So two days later we get home, drenched, muddy and weary, having reached Witsieshoek, but not the mountain, as the heavens had opened up, turning the roads into quagmires. So the mountaineering goal of the expedition had been thwarted, but the main goal – having fun – had not!.
Where have you been?!
To Mt aux Sources, like I said.
How did you get there?
We hitch-hiked, like I said.
One of our lifts was with one of the Trading Greys, dunno who exactly.
The rain bucketed down and I learnt a lot about driving in slick mud by watching him continuously turn into the skid on the muddy Witsieshoek road.
As always, Mother Mary couldn’t stay cross with me for long.
I think my companions on this adventure were Claudio and Carlos.
That same road in sunny weather years later (it was wet and gravel, not dry and tarred):
