Tribute to Johann Rissik I got to know Johann through the Freedom Trail as well as The Hub, it soon became apparent (long before we actually met), that we shared things in common via writing and stories. Johann was a clever guy, didn’t suffer fools, wasn’t arrogant and was always prepared to share his knowledge and experience with those prepared to listen. He cared deeply about South Africa and its history, in particular the Karoo/ Prince Albert district which he regarded as his home, notwithstanding the fact that he passed away in his new home – Madeira, but I like to believe his heart remained in the Karoo. Anyone who passed through his district was welcome to ask for advice or help, but especially if you were on a bicycle. His promotion of the Freedom Trail and his association with the annual Freedom Challenge are legendary (and not in the way that phrase is commonly thrown around), his support of Warmshowers was another indication of his desire to engage travellers, to share and to learn. Johann was a bike nerd, an avid supporter of the Drunkcyclist and eschewed marketing BS – for him the bike was a pure thing – a beautiful machine – simple, yet sufficient. He appreciated the top end machines, but had a affinity for real bikes, those he could actually work on, those he could make more efficient and to send people on their way with something of himself imprinted on their cycling experience. Another thing close to Johann’s heart was good coffee - preferably served out the back of vehicle somewhere in the veld, accompanied by a rusk, it represented a time to pause, to be grateful for a good brew, for each other’s company and the magical vistas of the Karoo. The last time I saw Johann was late afternoon/ evening last year riding the stretch from Willowmore to Prince Albert with Nigel Payne – due to circumstance, there was possibility that Johann might not have been on the trail last year, but I had faith. I hadn’t spoken to him, but I expected to see the Land Rover in the veld, it had nothing to do with anything other than commitment and integrity – something which was a hallmark of the gentleman, so when the Land Rover appeared in the distance, we freewheeled in and stopped to partake of a ritual. After a cup or two and the last of the sunset we set off for lights Prince Albert. Johann joined us for dinner at Dennehof with his friends, first seeing to a medical check up for Mandy in the town. We said goodbye, but the next morning at about 3:30am on collecting our bikes from the garage – it was clear that he had been over each one, leaving traces of care for the discerning eye. Take care my friend, till we meet again. Charl.