Misty Mountain

Anna and I have just had a Heineken on the very edge at Misty Mountain. We're heading down the Long Tom Pass towards Sabie and Graskop. It's a magnificent Sunday afternoon, but icy cold. I've just had a great conversation with bikers from Malelane about the great mountain passes of Mpumalanga province. There's not a cloud in the sky and I can see way beyond Sabie, all the way to the very edge of Mozambique it seems. Despite the icy cold, it's good to be outdoors and on the road. I have fond memories of travelling in 2002 through the snow on this very same pass.

Long Tom Pass

It's dusk on the Long Tom Pass. Feintly, down below, I can see Sabie's lights. Except for the odd car passing me this is beautifully bleak and a lonely place to stand on the edge of the escarpment. It's a cold, blustery wind that tossles my hair and tears at my jacket. It's also a wind that exhilarates me. Here on the edge I'm out of my box and I gulp in deeply this air. My turmoiled emotions confirm that I'm very much alive...not the living dead.