As yesterday closes itself with your eyelids, remembrance will be your only embrace therewith. Such will be the loosening thereof that it will be like sea sand clasped in your fist, trickling through every gap. You can clasp tighter, keep the last bit of sand there. That tension will remove you, take you away from where you are and put you inside your own fist. A vicious circle that becomes more and more difficult to abandon.
In every moment there is a release. You can let all the last pieces of sand in your fist fall back on the beach, give them back their freedom. Then the winds, the oceans and the rains will move them with conscious appreciation for the inter-connectivity of all things. When you step again on a foreign beach, there might be familiar sands…
In case you ever thought you look super cool when in full focus riding a bike…
Cape Town falls asleep on a lovely early autumn evening. Autumn down here brings the best weather, in between the severity of summer and winter.
F*CKING HAVE A GO!!!!!!!!!!
- G-Spot – An old school trail built by some enthusiastic locals. It’s basically a 5 minute sprint down a gloriously fun trail above Dalsig, Stellenbosch. It is a bit of a stand alone feature in the area, but you can link up your ride with the singles in Eden or the new cross country track built by Stellenbosch University above Coetzenburg. Definitely worthwhile if you are in the area as it’s free, good for a weekend when you factor in the trails around it and that Jonkershoek is right around the corner.
- Jonkershoek – Often touted as the origin of Stellenbosch’s love affair with single track. A boner producing valley cut into the virgin mountains with fairly easy winding jeep track to climb up those beautiful buttocks until your lungs are close to climax before bombing down her scintillating curves. Regardless of your orientation you are bound to found yourself attracted, already scheming another date as you leave her treasured gates. Meet her, date her, marry her (does periodically burn down leaving the valley a barren wasteland – kinda like most relationships).