Recently I wrote about 2 bloggers I follow whose cultures are quite different from mine and how much I enjoy reading what they write. Today for my Sunday Reblog I’m going to share a post by Amos van der Merwe who lives in South Africa. His blog is called Rolbos and The Kalahari Biker Rides On was posted earlier this week and is quite the story. Frankly, I found the ending tantalizingly dark; it left me rather uneasy. See what you think.
What made Servaas turn off the main road to Springbok? Was it his tired hips or the arthritic fingers on the throttle? Or perhaps some hidden spiritual instinct that told him to do so? One cannot always explain these things – we all do something at times and then try to tell ourselves some intuition guided us to do so.
Oh, he’ll tell you it was the sign at the open gate, but – as obvious as it may seem – that’s not true. He decided to turn off long before he saw the gate. The solitary little rondawel next to the big Bluegum tree and the slowly-turning windpump made a pretty picture in the emptiness of the barren veld around it. And yes, he was tired. His aching backside – not used to the uncomfortable seat – demanded a bit of respite. But there was a tug, a desire…
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