Day 3

Day three started after what was for all practical purposes a waste of time at TA. We tried to sleep, but the cold noisy conditions made that impossible. The only other justification for staying at the TA was so that we didn't arrive at the paddle section before the sun had time to warm things up a bit. The overnight temp was -5 deg C, and none of us wanted to brave the water in those temperatures. We only set up our bikes after rubbing the ice out of our frozen jerseys (authors note: 'If you ever have to put on a frozen jersey only do so AFTER putting on your thermals). We set off into the clear pre-dawn morning with chattering teeth and fozen camel backs. One of the couple of checkpoints that morning was a quote from black activist Steve Biko: 'It is better to die for an idea that lives, rather than live for an idea that is dead'. On this particualr morning when I had woken up stiff, sore and doubting my ability to keep up with the others, I hopoed it was in no way relevant.

We gained the dam 2 hours later than we had aimed to and manged to scoff the worlds worst (but in some wierd way desirable)hamburgers and filthiest coffee, before heading out to collect two CPS. This was to be a 40km sufferfest in tub-like sit on tops, but one CP had been cancelled so the paddle was only going to be about 20kms. Lukie was pretty pleased about this, but he was still only half as pissed as he would have been at having to paddle 40kms, which made him still pretty grumpy. Made worse when he realised the tiny wind chop exploded on the bow of the boat and drenched him and left me dry as a bone in the back of the boat. To warm up Luke and Grant headed off for the CP while Del and I minded the gear (caught up on some sleep and did some stretching). Thius proved a turning point for me. Prior to the break, unable to barely raise a trot, I was questioning my ability to finish the race, 40 minutes later I was feeling like a new man, and even jogged the 50m or so to get the next check point. Such are the vagaries of adventure racing.

Off the boats it was back on the bikes and a long MTB to another hunting lodge TA. There were several memorable moments the first of which was Grant's frightening one handed descent down a killer fire road, steep and rocky, I'm sure there were people that would have baulked at tackling it two handed, but Grant kept up while taking a video of the rest of us plunging down to the Kabusi River. The other memorable moment was the look of despair as we realised we had to carry our bikes up the ciffs on the other side of the river. The property owner declared: This is where 'The Bull' grows balls." He obviously wasn't aware of what we had already been through., This Bull had always had the full package. The course then returned to the river via the Kabusi Safari Lodge, we were warned as we departed that the buffalo were last seen down by the river, where we were heading. Luckily we didn't have to avoid these notoriously dangerous beasts. It is a well known fact in South Africa, that buffaloes kill more people each year than any of the carnivores. Difficult nav through the river saw us team up with another South African team, Outdoor Extreme, although Luke ended up leading us all out before we powered ahead to arrive at the next hunting lodge.

Again we just missed out on a luxurious bedroom. Rivals Pepto Pro, who initially were going to keep going decided to stay and forced us to again sleep in the lounge room. This time though we put all the cushions we could find on the floor, put on all our clothes and crawled into our bivy bags. Making full use of 'The Puppy Principle' we spooned hard enough that we had the first warm and uninteruppted sleep of the race. So much so that none of heard our alarms and we overslept by an hour. A fact none of us regretted at the time.