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“Bow down to me, peasants! I am your lord!”<br />
Donovan declares his sovereignty over Fouriesburg.<br />
that fast food takeaways are<br />
banned, and they very grudgingly<br />
allowed a Protea Hotel to be set up<br />
provided it wasn’t too franchise-y.<br />
We weren’t interested in such<br />
intricacies because this would be<br />
our base for our real purpose – the<br />
quest for snow.<br />
Being a monarch, I slept in<br />
a castle and then . . . dawned<br />
happened.<br />
A frozen dawn, at that. By<br />
7am, the temperature gauge was<br />
reading -9ºC and fingers were<br />
turning cadaver blue.<br />
But the grass was clear, the sky<br />
was blue, and there was no sign of<br />
snow.<br />
I threw a royal tantrum and<br />
prepared to declare war for<br />
this outrage until the hostess at<br />
my bastille lodgings (it’s called<br />
Camelot in Clarens – seriously, go<br />
stay there) told me that Clarens<br />
very rarely gets snow while the<br />
peaks in the area are most likely<br />
covered in it.<br />
For her services to the crown,<br />
I appointed her a Dame and again<br />
Would it have to be revved<br />
stukkend to just cruise at the<br />
speed limit? The bike answered<br />
itself as I pulled onto the freeway,<br />
revving through the gears and<br />
spending more time concentrating<br />
on the freeway traffic than the<br />
fact that the speedo had just<br />
surpassed 150km/h.<br />
Oops.<br />
The motor pushes 43hp – a notinsignificant<br />
amount – through a<br />
motor with a 373cc single-cylinder<br />
leading to one more concern –<br />
vibrations. These thumpers can be<br />
buzzy, a trait made more worrying<br />
through the streets of Joburg as<br />
revs bounced through the gearbox<br />
sending shakes through the bars.<br />
Three and a half hours of this<br />
might be painful.<br />
Thankful, at a cruising altitude<br />
of 120 to 140km/h, the buzz<br />
through the bars eases off, leaving<br />
only a little through the footpegs.<br />
I’m the sort of fellow that ignores<br />
that sort of thing, but if you have<br />
feet like a record player, it could<br />
get annoying.<br />
Not long ago, only the proper,<br />
top-shelf motorcycles had a fullcolour<br />
TFT dash, but thankfully,<br />
the 390 designers were able to sift<br />
through the skip out the back of<br />
the factory and came across some<br />
old dashes from the 1190 Super<br />
Adventure. On a 1290, this dash<br />
would be outdated. On a 390, it is<br />
the sort of thing you brag to your<br />
friends about.<br />
Three hours later, my butt, neck<br />
and shoulders still felt good as<br />
new and felt even better as the flat<br />
Free State eventually succumbed<br />
to the odd hill that soon also made<br />
way for a bit of mountain, until the<br />
Drakensberg exploded before us. It<br />
was at its foothills that we arrived<br />
triumphantly in the town of<br />
Fouriesburg. Given my birthright,<br />
I announced my sovereignty to<br />
all and sundry (two sheep and a<br />
chicken) before making my royal<br />
way towards the fabled town of<br />
Clarens.<br />
This hub of artistry is famous<br />
for dinosaur bones, galleries,<br />
cafés and being surrounded<br />
by mountains. Quaint bed and<br />
breakfasts look up at towering<br />
peaks, and patrons of restaurants<br />
breakfast under their mighty<br />
shadows. The town is so rustic<br />
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