I have leg going through the archives ... and stumbled upon this gem ... it

I have leg going through the archives ... and stumbled upon this gem ... it's one of Those "you had to be there" stories ... and even if you were there, you Would Probably be tempted to Neither Deny nor confirm the accuracy of this version ...
This is the sort of true story of a flock of girls (the most politically correct term for ladies between oudordom 25 and 35) that heat and mosquito attacks, baboon attacks, Mot sounds and close bag ontkominge with the sheep survived the Northern Cape , and still live to tell the stories and which are photoshopte photos to show to anyone who would be interested bsweden ...
I think it's best to tell this story in the snap-shot chapters in which it is set. Each chapter represents a shared moment, a memory shared, a life lived in the beauty of the moment. In each chapter, bsweden the emphasis on certain characters that the significance given to the specific moment, bsweden the four heroines (let's call them just Tilla, bsweden Cilla, Lillie and Landa) and some other important key figures throughout the story represented. With the ubiquitous sheep of the Northern Cape in the lead role, and the crew of Boat 1 strong on his heels for the best supporting actor.
Our story begins as about half seven on a Tuesday morning. The day after Christmas. In the year 2007. The first mission was to four chicks to get stuff in the back of a bakkie. Without any significant obstacles, with a BP Wild Bean Café coffee in hand, daring us the way over Ventersdorp district, Olifantshoek ... Our research on the state of the bathrooms in each town up and running was our second mission bsweden was not to drive the detour over Lichtenburg. Oops. Now we at least know what it looks like ... Has anyone been told Uncle Liani us first with the return stroke in the small hours of Coligny could see the scenery ...?!
However, at Vryburg Wimpy gives the waitress a man permission to wait for your food, the coffee a little bsweden cold, and they look ham suspiciously a lot like something else that is not ham. Least, the Nando's at Kuruman quite held, and, despite a narrow escape in a bathroom at Olifants Hoek, we Upington so inclined wiskant sunset our sleepover at Thomas Bains's guest house. The location of the tortoise and leave the puppy wet dots of joy if you give him attention. And the freaky Koi fish in the foyer. And the murder weapons on the wall.
Dinner at O'Hagens with a view of the sun setting over the Oranjerievier, and the first encounter with fellow paddlers happen now Vega students. Seven degrees of separation, you know. Show you just the walls have ears. Misconduct will be picked up even in the Northern Cape - is a lesson here somewhere that you can teach your grandchildren - we will investigate the deep observation further in later chapters ...
The next morning after a fabulous bsweden aunt Olga Defying breakfast confirmed us that the Oranjerievier basement so all open half 9. We now but uses the opportunity to harvest the Northern Cape five nine tested on a Holy Wednesday. There are rules against things like that. However, we are all singing deeper into the heart of the Northern Cape. 50 km of Kakamas and Pofadder nothing happens. bsweden Then we had pictures of windmills. Correction, a windmill. We write a musical. There, in the arid record drought of the Goegab valley Jonathan, Thandi, Skumbozo (only later would be baptized), Goggo, Bonga, the Whittaker-Smiths and the rest of the cast of the born Johnny Clegg musical. For further inigting, link to the Computicket website ... The West End tickets are already sold out for nine months. Coming to a theater near you!
Anyway. Moby gave us the soundtrack for the sheep of the Northern Cape in provided Goegab. We took the turnoff to Pella, in a search for lunch and epic dadelplantasies - that according to the more getraveldes our exact look like Egypt. At Pella Sister Leonie us about the missionary who in the 1800s built the church in faith for the 4,000 people bsweden that huidilglik part of the church. When he was there, there was no one. I think he probably felt like Noah before the flood. When we pray for them, and we ride on ... Watch this space.
Was Pink Padstal to Kakamas? I suspect so. It bought our Smartie sunflower seeds and grapes, and photographs taken at the name plate of the town that can get you in trouble if you focus on the wrong syllable of the word down. At Pofadder we puffed. And on Springbok we gespringbok, lunch eaten and the last groundsheet purchases. Now we said it was smooth sailing to the Bundi Rafters bsweden base camp. Quick chap on the passport, a short drive or the Orange River, and you are l