Annelie is feeling quite good this morning, positive. She has a system now where she takes the Flagyl with a ¼ Xanor for the morning and afternoon sessions, then in the evening she just wings it. It works out ok because then she can function during the day and just spaz out in the evening. We can retreat to the comfort of the tent for some chill out time.
On the cards today is some maintenance and catch up. I have a few terabytes of DVD’s to write to clear up some space, clean out the Bullet a bit, repack our fridge (something emptied its contents in there... again) and perform general checkups. Another thing I wanted to do was clean out the Bullets air filter again. With the first few shakes I empty half a cup of fine, orange-red dust out of it. More shaking and bashing against a wooden peg, still more dust but tough to get out. I have a bright idea to fire up the little air compressor we use for the tires. Works quite well, but it’s a long filter so I can’t stick the business end deep enough into it, at a right angle. Another bright idea: page through the filter like a book! While I do this, Mattie blows air through the compartments. After a riveting read of about 400 pages plus, I am now the owner of a relatively brand new filter! The filthy clogged up filter is no doubt the reason why the Bullet took a hiding up that mountain pass, and why our fuel economy suddenly crashed.
At 12:30 everyone except Mattie and Marietta leave to go have lunch at the Trout Tree restaurant. They have this huge sign just a few km’s down the road. Very nice place! Ok, so obviously it’s a fresh water trout farm, so you enter over some wooden decking and can spy the various spawning pools below. The twist is that the entire restaurant is built into a HUMOUNGAS tree!!
We settle in and get some drinks, and order the whole grilled trout. I take some pics of the surroundings, like I said, it’s all a very big tree house that looks like it’s part of the tree it’s mounted It has two levels and very spacious. The best part is the bar: all natural wood underneath one of the bows of the tree, with little saplings and leaves growing in-between the spirits and wine. A living bar! So cool.
The food was top class, well priced and the service excellent. Lots of framed pictures of various people catching and proudly displaying trout on the walls. By the reception, there are numerous articles from Home and Away and other Getaway mags giving the restaurant rave reviews. I can see why. Pity it’s so quiet in the height of tourist season, but at least there were a few other patrons too.
Back at the camp we put in a order for the hotel sauna, which gives us about an hour and a bit for haircuts! Annelie spends some time trimming my beard (apparently she couldn’t see my face anymore) and I get to cut her hair. Of course, my attempt at cutting a woman’s hair can go either way. For the record, I think it worked out pretty well, even layered it a bit! I think if this IT or photography thing doesn’t work out I’m signing up for hair school.
What I forgot to mention yesterday is that we had a very nice supper at the restaurant here. It was all buffet and the variety was quite good. I had everything, basically, but had 2nd and 3rds of the Hungarian Stroganoff (delicious!! Not the meat, so much, but the sauce went well with rice). For 17:00 – 18:00 the sauna was all ours. Fantastic man, really top class. We had a little room, 2 showers and the whole sauna just to ourselves and it was a really nice change of pace from the dust, cold showers... or no showers... of the last month and a bit.
Just chill.
Had a relaxing super-hot shower after that and floated back to the camp. Making Pap (porridge) and Wors, with chakalaka tonight. Saved the left over pap for breakfast tomorrow.
Annelie crashing again, so we tuck in early. Quite cold tonight, since we’re at such a high altitude (about 2000m above sea level, if I remember correctly).
Highlights: That awesome sauna!
That awesome trout!
Pap and wors!
[G & A], out
I’ve got another confession to make
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