Ja - Ja! Wickedpedia et al! I don't have the luxury of coastlines, rolling mountains drenched in mist (poetic hey?). I live on the East Rand in Gauteng. My story is somewhat different. On the way home from doing my Atlas Road loop, I saw 2 Egyptian geese take off and fly toward me. I thought to myself that this is an awesome sight and the sounds they make, while not exactly melodious, were a welcome diversion for the day. All of a skielik one of them has the urge to have a bowel movement in mid flight, coming straight at me. I was stuck in no-man's land - do i try and grab a handful of brakes and possibly get hit by a deluge of pooh, or try and pedal like hell to speed up, and possibly get hit by a deluge of pooh. Luckily, while I was still trying to decide on what to do, the jettisoned "ballast" missed me. I thought that seeing as the goose missed me, I hoped that this would continue throughout the day. My boss was not on the same page as the geese however. About 2 or 3 kilometres further toward home, I looked up a street joining the one I was on from the left hand side. To my utter amazement, I saw a dassie on the road. I was not sufficiently motivated to grab two handfuls of brake and stopped. This bugger looked at me like I was the odd-one out and then trotted over to what I surmise is his/her home (a storm water drain), and then continued to stare at me. A dassie in Atlasville on the East Rand? Did someone "nick" him in Cape Town and keep him as a pet only to have him escape later on, or is his Garmin "op die koffie" and he is merely lost? See? Different, but still interesting.
