What a first week back in the Bosch. Loving being home more than I can recall on return from previous trips – Its the fine detail; the small attributes of friends and family and places that seem to make that subtle difference. Has been a whirlwind week though, and not touching ground much, but in a positive sense. I have the training ticking, and finding some rhythm.
Did get to join Pierre’s swim squad. At the ungodly hour of 530am. Much needed. Joined Naude’s gym group at Eden Health – which I have loved but am useless at again. Pilates has been very fun – a group I have become attached to – but am back to square one. More so than in the gym. Strolled out on the Bergpad, whipped round Jan Marais Park, and been out on Koelenhof, Klapmuts, Hellshoogte and all the training grounds that make The Bosch the gem it is. And most importantly, had a few stunning meals at Greengate…
This time of year, its different, special in a sense. Winter brings out the best of its fragrance. The fynbos and pine tree forests seem to open up and flood the senses. And that in crisp clear winter air. Summer brings a haze and a usual breeze. But these days are perfection. And the moment nature is precious here, with new greenery and flowers blooming though the black fire ravaged hillsides.
On the more bizarre side, tried to attend Soen in die Laan (Kiss in the Laan) which is the mythical street I have been a resident in for 8 years – which may mean I have stolen my fair share of kisses in it – which is one of the two ‘baptisms’ into the rite of a Matie Student. But alas, I arrived late.
Went to the Stellenbosch Wine Festival after the long ride on Saturday, which was high octane energy by the time I arrived. Thousands after one sip too many… But many old acquaintances and some good laughs. Got to watch the Springboks play New Zealand afterwards, another very homely experience one can only appreciate fully once away for a while. Its not so much the rugby as the people watching and the accompanying commentary that makes it so unique.
Spent time in Jonkershoek biking with Josh after the long run. First time we’ve ridden off road together. His little wheels feel every bump and rut like its a drop off… And finally got to spend time in church again. Been a while. Always amazes me after being away, seeing the thousand students rocking out for the Lord.
But, yesterday I got caught out by an icy wind that picked up other side Franschhoek Pass when turning at Thee Waters. Coming up the pass, frozen, starving, totally knackered and on my own, the Stellenbosch high (and Garmin treat) felt a long way away. But thats the game, and that seems to be life. The wine later that day just wouldnt have been as fruity had I not suffered momentarily.
